Sam raised his eyebrows. "Why would you say that?" He noted that the angel was looking uncomfortable. He rubbed his neck and coughed. "Well, I was rather mean to you. It wasn't your fault you were addicted, and I should not have held it against you. It was uncalled for." Sam smiled, and Dean shook his head. "Cas, are you... trying to get along with the family?" Sam asked, eyes twinkling. Dean shot him a bitchface, but he couldn't resist. Cas tilted his head. "I'm not sure what you mean, but I would like to be your friend, Sam." Sam smiled, and Dean rolled his eyes. "That's ok, Cas. We're good." Sam said, and he meant it. The angel had grown on him and he had the feeling it wasn't just 'getting along with the family'. Cas really wanted to be friends, and Sam felt that they really could be. That Cas was... dating (if you could call it that) his brother, was just an aside. Dean roughly intervened. "Allright guys. End of chick-flick moment. Let's pack up and head over to Bobby's. If we're going to prevent the Apocalypse, we'd better keep moving, or things might be decided for us."
Baby rumbled to a halt at her usual spot in the salvage yard. "Sam... I'm going to be sick." Dean mumbled. Sam smirked. "Why?" Dean shot him an uneasy glance. "I dunne.. it's kinda like..." He looked over at the house and something went 'click' in Sam's brain. "You're nervous!" he chuckled, earning him a deathglare from his brother. "I get it, Dean. I guess it's kinda like having your girl meet your Dad... isn't it?" Dean lowered his eyes. "Yeah... and I know Bobby is awesome, but... what if he doesn't accept this... me being... you know..." Sam smiled softly. "He will. Hell, I'm betting he already knows. He was with us on that case in Talahassee, remember?" Dean looked even more uneasy. "Crap... oh well..." Another glare at the house. "Let's get this over with." Sam shook his head as his big brother swiftly left the car. He knew Dean was biting the bullet, before his courage left him. Give him a fang, a werewolf, heck, a demon: no problem, but dealing with emotional stuff like this... he'd rather face a ghost without salt or iron. Casting a glance over at his brother, Sam saw him rubbing his jaw, then biting the nail of his right thumb. Sam smiled. That was a Winchester tic. If things got really emotional, and they were almost at their wits end, he and Dean both bit their nails. "You gonna call in Cas, or not, Dean?" Dean didn't respond, probably running every possible doom scenario through his head. Sam sighed. "Castiël, please, Dean is freaking out here."
The flutter of wings startled Dean and he cussed. "Really, Dean?" Sam sighed. "You know we agreed to all come here." Dean actually flipped him the bird and went to hug Cas. "Hey Cas. Missed you." he gruffly said, making Sam smile ruefully. Even when he had admitted his feelings, Dean was still awkward in showing them. "And I you, Dean. But why are we out here, and not inside?" Huffing a laugh, Sam answered for his brother. "Because Dean is having cold feet." Cas frowned confused. "But then you really should be inside, Dean, and warm up." Sam threw his head back and laughed. "Yeah, I told him, Cas." Dean let go of the angel and glared at Sam. "Shut up, Sam." Unimpressed, Sam chuckled and stepped up to the door. Cas and Dean following, Dean hesitantly being pulled on by Cas. Sam knocked and waited. The door opened and the tatty baseball cap that met Sam's eye, made him smile. "Hiya, Bobby."