I'm so sorry for the lack of update! I have been so stressed out with school lately and just blah. Anywayyyyy, I have another short chapter (which is mostly dialogue). Any feedback that you have would be fabulous! Enjoy!

-Cordelia

Dean stormed into the bunker's kitchen.
"You were in the shower a while," Sam continued to stare at his lap top screen.
"Hey Sammy. Have you seen cas today?"
"Haven't seen him." He wasn't really lying. "You need anything?"
"Dinner sounds great."
"It's like 7:30! Dean, are you actually eating dinner at a normal time?" Sam liked to point out Dean's tendency to eat at around 11:00 as much as possible.
Dean rolled his eyes. "I was gonna go to the bar-"
"And now with the drinking." Sam mumbled.
"Bitch." Dean hated when Sam brought that up.
"Jerk."
The room was suddenly very silent.
"So, food." Dean opened the fridge.
Why don't you have dinner with your boyfriend? Sam smiled. "You're cooking?"
"Sammy, stop with that. Cooking is not a gay thing, it's food."
"Jeez Dean, you just haven't cooked in a while." Sam wished he could laugh, but that would've been a very dangerous move. Not while Dean was being so moody. "Hey, speaking of Castiel..."
"I never brought up Cas!"
"Um, yeah you did! Just a few minutes ago!" Wow. What happened in there?
"Dammit Sammy! Can I just cook up some damn burgers!?" Dean turned around. Somehow he managed to make a spatula look terrifying.
"Fine! I'll leave!" Sam snatched up his lap top. "You don't have to be a friggin dick all the time."