"Maybe you should ask Cas."
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Why do I always have to be the one who makes the call- the dude's busy- it's not like Cas lives in my ass."
Cas appeared directly behind Dean.
Sam smirked.
Dean turned angrily to face the angel.
"Cas- get outta my ass!"
Dean growled.
Cas cocked his head to the side in the adorable way that Dean loved.
He squinted with confusion.
"I was never in your..."
He felt Dean's eyes staring intensely into his.
His cheeks burned red.
Sam rolled his eyes and scoffed.
Jesus. These two.
He thought to himself.
"Liars."
Sam chuckled as he left the room, hoping to avoid Dean's reaction.
"Shut up Sammy!"
Dean barked.
"Hello Dean."
Cas said.
"Hey, Cas, we need your help."
Dean stated, sitting down at the table, gesturing for Cas to sit next to him.
Cas dragged the chair out and sat down.
"That's not really new news, Dean."
Cas said snarkily.
Dean looked up at the angel.
"Was that...sarcasm?"
Dean smiled, his angel was learning a few things from him.
He's not your angel.
Dean thought to himself.
Cas noticed the lighter expression Dean wore, after the sarcasm was established, so he tried some more.
"Sarcasm? No!"
Cas formed his adorable half smile, the one that Dean loved.
Dean grinned.
"So anyway, what do you need help with?"
Cas asked.
"Well, it's nothing that Sam and I have ever seen before."
Cas leant forward, his fingers brushed over Dean's hand.
He could have sworn he felt Dean's pulse get faster.
"What ever it is, I'll help you."
Cas looked at Dean with an innocent gaze that Dean somehow found sexy.
Dean blushed, and let his eyes drift down to Cas' lips.
He turned away.
"Anyway, we think you should come and check this out."