"What's wrong, kid?" Dean asked, squeezing Ben's shoulder as he reached past him to grab a coffee filter. "It's too early for you to seem so mopey. Usually you're wide awake by now. Stay up all night again?"

He nodded and sat down at the table. "Dad, what are cigarettes like?"

Dean sighed and tossed him the pack he had in his pocket. "Nasty. Unless they're menthols. Go ahead. Try those."

Ben stared at the pack in confusion, and with a slight sliver of horror in his eyes. "What?"

"Go ahead. Light one up." He said. Dean set an ash tray on the table. "Cas hates that I do it, but his record isn't clean either. I'd rather you do it around me, than somewhere behind my back. Get your curiousity out of the way. I don't want you to make it a habit because you don't talk to us about it. The answer's going to be no if you ask me to get you any, but this morning, I want you to fix your urge."

Ben watched Dean carefully. "Is this a trick?"

Dean laughed and sat down with him. "You won't like coffee either. Try it black. Here." He scooted him a cup and lit up a cigarrette too.

Ben opened the pack, checking back with Dean a few times as he pulled out a pale stick. He lit it on the second try. But Dean smiled. "Has to be in your mouth." He showed him. "Take a hit. Not too hard."

Just then though, Cas was waking up. He rubbed his eyes, trying to brighten his sense as he made his way sloppily down the hall in his robe. "Dean, baby-" He said, turning the corner. He walked into the kitchen and laid eyes on the scene.

"What the hell are you doing, Dean? For one, why are you smoking in the house, and two, why the FUCK does Benjamin have one in his mouth as well?" He scolded. He walked to Ben and took from his lips. "What the fuck are you doing, Dean?"

Dean's eyes widened. He hadn't been cussed at by Cas since highschool. He shook his head and stood up. "He was curious. I thought it'd be better if he was with me when he tried it, rather than his friends. He's sixteen! He's going to do this shit whether we want him to or not-"

"He's sixteen, and at 18, he can buy them himself! He's not picking up your damn habit. Give it here." He demanded, looking at the pack.

"Cas," He tried. But it was no use. He handed it over. "Why?"

"Because you're not being a very good example right now."

"I'm showing him what addiction looks like. And I mean, I know I'm pretty, but my breath isn't." He looked back at Ben over his shoulder. "Hear that Ben? Bad breath."

Cas rolled his eyes. "You're damn right it's a bad habit if that's what you're trying to teach him by letting him do it. What the hell were you thinking?" He stole the back and tossed it down the hall. "Ben, go to your room, honey."

"I'm sorry, Dad." He said, looking at Dean, knowing he'd gotten everyone in trouble. "Cas, are you mad at me?"

"No, baby. I'm mad at your stupid father." He groaned and pushed at Dean's chest. His tone was light and nurturing at first but at the last two words, it grew annoyed. "We just need to talk for a minute."

"Okay." He nodded and looked around the room for a second before walking out, like he was trying to find a missing piece of the conversation. He felt he should say more. He didn't though. He went to his room like he'd been asked.

Cas began to scold Dean in small fragments of what were trying to be sentences. "I can't believe you would- In our house! What are you- AGH!" He groaned and beat at Dean's chest. "What possessed you to think this was a good idea?"

"Cas, baby.." He turned him around and leaned him against the counter, rubbing his shoulders. "Relax. It's okay."

"No." He groaned. "It's really not. It's not okay."

"Baby..." He plead. His tone was gentle, and a bit intimate. He spoke into his neck. His breath was hot on his neck. Cas tried to ignore it, but he arched his back so his shoulders touched Dean's chest.

"What?" He sighed, closing his eyes. He was a little less annoyed now. "You should've asked me first."

"Before what? The thing with Ben or... This-" He groped at Cas' hip bone from behind and kissed at his shoulder.

Cas whined softly. "Baby's home. We can't!" He felt Dean push against his waist from behind though, and he couldn't help but giggle. "Dean. Come on-"

"On what?"

Cas threw his hand at his forehead and laughed. "I love you."

"I love you."