AN: Thanks everyone! My comp is back so yay!
Age:25
After dinner, Dean went to the cookie jar. It was this hideous blue eyed owl that he bought for Castiel one Christmas. The thing was fugly, but something about it had reminded Dean of Cas so he bought it; they had it ever since. He pulled of the head, holding it upside down in his hand as he reached in to grab a cookie.
He probably wouldn't have notice it, if he hadn't took the lid off in that manner; but there under the head of the cookie jar was a crumpled pack of cigarettes.
"Hey Cas," Dean calls.
"What is it Dean?" He replies, padding into the kitchen.
"Care to explain this?" He holds up the head of the cookie jar.
"The head of the cookie jar?"
"No, what's inside."
"Oh," Cas breathes guilty.
"Ya, oh," Dean nods, "I thought you threw 'em all away, cold turkey."
"It's an emergency pack… I forgot they where there."
"Uh huh," he says skeptically, "Why don't you just toss them?" He holds out the lid for Cas to take the pack out.
Cas takes the lid carefully from Dean and stares at the pack as his fingers tap the lid, "I can't," he breathes out.
"Cas," Dean starts.
"No," he looks up at him crossing the room and putting the head back on the cookie jar, "I feel better if they're here," he pleads with his back to Dean.
"You have to be the one who wants to do this, babe," he looks at him softly.
"I know," Cas whispers in agreement, "It's comforting," he looks up not making eye contact with Dean, "It's my last vice…" he adds meaningfully.
Dean comes up behind Castiel and rests his head against his shoulder and his hands on his arms, "If it keeps you from going down that road… again, keep them."
Cas turns, resting against the counter and looks at Dean meaningfully nodding.
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