Cas had been coming an going for a while. He may have been that way before but it feels more frequent, he seems more distant.
Dean shoves his hands in his pockets and kicks the dirt he paces on. Sam is typing away on his laptop, occasionally looking up at his brother.
"Dean if you keep sulking you'll make a hole in the hotel to the basement." Sam joked at him.
"Grrrr... I do what I want Sammy." He crossed his arms and pouted stubbornly. He mutters incoherently, Sam can only hear something like "Cas you're such a ... why do you gotta... get your feathery butt... blue-eyed miracle ...assbutt..."
Sam chuckled and shook his head at him.