"So you met Dean," Sam says when Cas comes in on Saturday morning. "Hope he wasn't too much of a dick."
Cas hums non-committally. "He makes a decent latte, but his storefront manners could use work."
Sam laughs bitterly. "Yeah, he can turn on the charm when he wants to, but when he doesn't...Well." He shrugs and leaves his thought unfinished.
"He got a little…defensive when I told him we were friends," Cas says slowly.
Sam busies himself with clearing the table next to Cas's. "Dean doesn't know a whole lot about my life here," he says. "Which is partly my doing and partly his, too. He's just adjusting." He stands and smiles sadly at Cas. "He needed a job, but he's only gonna be here on Thursdays. I'll tell him to behave." Cas waves him off with a smile, but when Sam turns his back, he frowns. Well, awesome.