Cas didn't answer, per se. Instead, the next sound to come over the line was, in the familiar growl of John Winchester, "Novak."
"Uhh, hello, Mr. Winchester." A pause, in which Dean didn't dare even move and run the risk his father would hear. "Sorry, I have… company over."
Dean was never a praying man, but, then again, goddammit, this better work, holy shit, please let this work wasn't exactly a real prayer anyway.
"Company?"
He almost seemed to believe it, enough so that Dean found himself actually relaxing… until a familiar rustling and mooing - loud enough that it carried over from Cas' side of the call - sounded and sent his stomach dropping. Shit, they hadn't planned for thi-
But Cas actually… had it handled? "Yeah, hold on, sir…" was followed by a louder, "Hold on, Andrew, I'll be there in a second! " - Andrew? - and then a halting, stuttered, and yet oddly convincing, "Sorry, Mr. Winchester, I have to go…"
Whatever his father responded with, Dean didn't hear it, thoughts racing a little too quickly - about the close call, of course, not because of… anything else that had happened in that bizarro conversation - to process grumbled undertones of a conversation on which he was eavesdropping. Hell, he barely managed a tentative, whispered, "Cas?"
"Dean." There was an odd note of triumph in Cas' voice. "Cows can talk!"
"What?" Of all the things Cas could be focused on… that was not one Dean had expected.
"It just talked, Dean. It got me out of a rather sticky situation-"
Dean didn't even try holding in a chuckle. "I mean… Just saying, it sounded more like it got you into a rather sticky situation…" The chuckle morphed into a cleared throat, and Dean changed the topic as abruptly as he could. (He wasn't embarrassed. He had no reason to be.) "But that wasn't talking, Cas. It was luck."
"Dean, how many times have you heard it talk before? It knew."
He actually sounded awed by the idea, and Dean had to stop himself from laughing again. "Cas. We've had it for a day. We have no clue how often it moos, you get that, right?"
"It didn't moos while we were sleeping."
"We don't know tha-"
"Or while you were out shopping."
"Still don't kno-"
"I think we need to celebrate. Can you buy a pie?"
"Cas, we don't-" He sighed, then nodded. "Alright. Sure, Cas. Because it's pie. Not because the cow talked because it didn't."
"Good."
"I'll be home after I get hay, alright?"
"Okay. Hurry, we need to teach it tricks."
"Cas, it's a cow. Not a dog."
"Dean. We need to teach it tricks."
Dean passed a hand over his face, letting it linger on the bridge of his nose for a few seconds. "Alright, sure, Cas, whatever you say… Lemme get it some damn food, and then I'll be back and we can deal with this whole mess, oka-" The dial tone interrupted him. "Okay, then."
