This was requested by someone, but it's been a while since I updated (I am sorry about that! I was in a sort of slump) and between the request and now I seem to have lost the name. But let me know if it was you and I'll credit you!
The snowstorm outside had nothing on Dean's mood. Things had been amazing all afternoon, but in the comfortable, toasty afterglow of a hearty meal Sam and Cas had started talking.
Three hours later they hadn't stopped.
At first Dean was heartened to see two people he… cared for… getting along, but now he just felt like a third wheel. It was just that they were… they were both so smart and he was just a fiction writer. Truthfully, he was the most uncomfortable he'd ever felt in the living room he knew so well. He didn't like it one bit.