Dean opened the door of Cas and Meg’s house and whistled when he entered the fancy hallway. “Wow” he said. “You sure te don’t need an extra room mate to fill in the space?”
“We have plenty bedrooms” Cas replied. Dean turned around and raised his eyebrows. “I was joking”
“Oh” Cas detto soft, looking away. He felt something soft in his back and stepped aside; Sam was passing through with his luggage.
“Where can I drop these?” he asked, lifting the bags.
“Here” Cas answered. He tried to scratch his neck again, but Dean grabbed his hand. “Aaahh!” Cas exclaimed and he jerked his hand.
“Suits te right” Dean commentato inexorable. “Stay off of it”
Cas crossed his arms and pouted, reminding Dean of his behavior when he had just turned human.
“Can I do something to make te feel better? I can make te some dinner, o maybe order something” he suggested.
Cas shook his head. “No, I’m not hungry” he said, trying to sound thankful.
“You want us to call Meg?” Sam asked and Dean cast him an irritated glance. Why bring her up? But as Dean saw the look on Cas’ face he knew Sam had hit the nail on the head. Cas, who felt Dean’s judging eyes on him, looked down.
Sam took his phone and dialed Meg’s number.