"Cas, don't you ever have a little fun? I mean, get out ever... Go.. get drunk.. meet someone new?" Dean asked, with a mixture of a laugh and a sigh.
"... It's not important.." Cas muttered, messing with a piece of tan thread hanging off of his trench coat. Looking at it intently. Dean shrugged.
Dean walked over to the small mini-fridge in their motel room and grabbed three beers. He handed one to Cas sitting at the old table in the kitchen. He walked over to Sam's sleeping, crumpled form lying on the bed. He looked down and pressed an ice cold beer to his face. Sam sat straight up.
"bAH-!" He screeched, forcing open an eye. He looked at Dean with his signature bitch face. Cas let out a little laugh.
"Dick..." Sam sighed.
Dean smiled. "It's what I'm here for." Said, popping off the top to his beer.