Roses
Dean laughed. "What are those?"
"They are roses, Dean."
"I know that," he grinned, "but why do you have them?"
Castiel hovered to the middle of the room, looking just as unkempt as usual and delicately holding a small bouquet of vibrant red roses, cocooned in a layer of clear plastic. "There was a woman outside. She asked me if I had someone I loved and I said yes. She handed me these," Cas answered, looking at the flowers briefly then back to Dean, his eyes filled with a naïve contentment.
"Are they for me?" Dean's smile grew even wider.
"No, they are for Sam."
Dean's grin disappeared instantly replaced by a scowl and tensing of shoulders. "Excuse me?"
Castiel huffed out an amused breath. "I am kidding, Dean," he said and walked over to where the man was standing, less tense but still peeved. "These are for you." He handed the roses over to Dean, his smile soft and loving. "They are for no one else."
"Yeah, yeah," the human nodded snatching the bouquet. "Thanks," he mumbled as he tried hiding a smirk at the angel's words. "...Thank you," he said again and kissed Castiel chaste on the mouth.
Cas smiled, satisfied. "You are welcome."