The birds were tweeting, the crickets were chirping, and rays of sunlight snuck through the windows of Bobby Singer's home, which mildly disturbed the residents inside. Sam and Cas didn't seem to notice the rays of sunshine, but for Dean they seemed to have settled right in his eyes and refused to let him concentrate on the TV. What use was a football game if you couldn't see what was happening? Dean tried to scoot over to his right to get out of the sunlight, but his giant moose of a brother made that notion impossible, unless he wanted to suffocate. He even contemplated scooching over towards Cas, but he was already pretty far into his personal space. Anymore advances and he'd be practically sitting in his lap.
Dean bit down the smile that almost formed from the thought.
After a while, Dean got fed up with his situation and stood up. "Alright," he said, "Time to do somethin' else."
Cas gave him a perplexed look and tilted his head (which Dean did not find adorable) while Sam looked at him as if he were an escaped insane asylum patient.
"You wanna miss this game?" Sam said, sounding incredulous, "The game you've been impatiently whining all day about?"
Dean had been looking forward to this game, but it would come on again right? He took a glance out of the window and saw how peaceful everything outside looked. "Yeah," Dean said, making up his mind. "We should go to the park."
Sam's eyebrows shot up even higher as he looked at what he thought was his brother, but now not quite sure. He forced a strained laugh and said, "Okay... And do what? Have a picnic or something?" This time a real laugh came out as he thought about how ridiculous two hunters and an angel having a picnic lunch sounded.
"That sounds like a pleasant idea, Sam," Cas said with a completely serious expression. "I'll make some sandwiches." And with that, he rose from the couch and headed into the kitchen.
A grin broke across Dean's face as he saw how utterly horrified Sam looked. He knew Sam wanted to see this game even more baldly than he did. "Calm your tits Samantha," Dean said as Sam directed his best 'shut up jerk' face at him. "I'll babysit the angel in the park for a bit and you can stay and watch your precious football game."
Sam released a sigh of relief.
"But," Dean said, holding up a finger for emphasis, "If you even hint at who won this game, I will kill you."
Sam rolled his eyes. His brother could be so dramatic.
"Dean," Cas called. He was by the door carrying a big basket that was so perfect for picnics it was almost comical. "Are you coming?"
Dean was surprised at how quickly he had finished preparing the food, but it probably had something to do with his angel mojo. His smile returned to his face as he made his way over to Cas and grabbed his keys from off the counter. Before he stepped outside, he turned around one more time and coughed, loudly, to get Sam's attention. Sam turned around and looked at Dean, annoyance obvious on his face.
"Remember," Dean warned, "Not a word."
Sam spent the next few minutes trying to figure out if Dean meant that he better not mention a word about the winner of the game, or the fact that his all too manly brother just left for a picnic in the park with his angel.