"Dean."

Dean turned his head to look at Sam, his hand still on the driving wheel.

"I need to show you something." Sam said, typing something on his laptop.

Dean raises an eyebrow. "What?"

"First, let me ask you a question." Sam turns and looks Dean straight in the eye.

The other eyebrow goes up. "Shoot."

"Do you love Cas?"

Dean sputters. "W-What! No! He's family!"

"Hm," Sam says noncommittally. He turns the laptop towards Dean.

It's open to Youtube. Sam presses play.

"Why always you lying?"

Dean stares at the African American singing extremely off tune.

"What."

Sam tilts his head at Dean, in that Moose-way of his.

"Why are you always lying?"