Dean and Cas are 72
"Make sure you read the label," Cas reminds him as they head down the soup isle at the grocery store.
"You know I can't read that damn print," Dean gripes as he picks up a can.
"Put your eyes on, Dean."
Dean sighs audibly, pulling out his reading glasses from his pocket, "Why does it matter any way?"
"How many times do I have to tell you?" Cas rolls his eyes, "Every week we go over this…the doctor said you have to watch your sodium." Dean just looks at him in disgust as Cas continues down the aisle, "Excuse me for wanting you to be around for a few more years." He shakes his head grabbing a box of sodium free crackers.
"I think he's a quack, I'm healthy as a horse!" Dean states, grabbing a couple varieties of soup and trying to sneak in a regular one, "Besides I bet you can't wait to get rid of me."
"Yes that's it, oh no my big secret is out," Castiel dead pans, "I swear you get more and more paranoid every day." The two of them turn the corner to the next row of food items as Dean places the cans in the cart.
"Just wait and see," he looks at him, "You'll be singing a different tune when I'm right."
"Indeed," Cas placates him as he knowingly removes the regular soup Dean placed in the cart.
"I am healthy," Dean gripes, "I still run and keep active, a little red meat won't kill me."
"True, but you cannot undo the fifty odd years of greasy diner food."
"I don't regret any minute of that." He smirks.
"Of course you don't," Cas grabs a few more items, "But you're paying for it now.
"You're just trying to punish me for not doing that yoga crap with you," Dean accuses.
"That is not the case, but I do think you would benefit from the meditative qualities."
"Ya, ya," he rolls his eyes, "I just can't sit there listening to my damn cells divide, it makes me feel old."
"You are old," Cas supplies bluntly.
"Thanks, babe, I love you too." Dean snaps sarcastically.
"I'd certainly hope so," he strides away smirking, "Or that's fifty years down the drain."
They head to the frozen section where they run into Sylvia, one of the ladies from their church. She's as stylish now as she was in her younger days and still retained her southern accent, the perfect example of a glamour nana.
"How are my two favorite gentlemen?" She smiles at them.
"Good and you?" Cas asks, Dean standing there silently he never quite cared for Sylvia.
"Oh just wonderful," Sylvia replies, "The grandkids are coming, so much to do since Dan passed, but it's worth it."
"It'll offer a welcome distraction," Cas supplies sagely as Dean tries not to gag.
"Too true," She smiles sadly patting his arm, "You are just a sweet heart Castiel!" Cas just smiles a little as Dean tries not glare at her. "You better watch out, Deanie, I'm sure you have a hard time keeping this one around," Sylvia, chuckles as they part ways.
"What was that about?" Dean whispers to Cas.
"What?" He blinks slowly, "She just lost her husband, Dean. I was just offering condolence."
"I don't like her," he glares after her.
"I am aware." Cas deadpans, grabbing a bag of frozen peas.
"She's like a damn vulture," Dean warns, getting a confused look from the other man. "Mark my words if I kick the bucket she'll be on you like rubber on a tire," He pouts. "And my name's not Deanie!" He adds irately.
"If you are finished…I'm changing the subject, now," Cas informs him, mostly because that wasn't a thought he wanted to dwell upon. "Now go get some Gelato," he points to the freezer on the other side.
"I'm going, I'm going," Dean mumbles as Cas starts to cough a bit.
He returns with the frozen treats and puts the into the cart, handing Cas a bottle of water since he was still coughing a bit. They head to the check out, Castiel pushing the cart while Dean's hand gently rubs his back.
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