Dean shook his head. "It doesn't matter Cas. Don't worry about it too much." He told him as he slumped back in his chair.
Sighs* I don't really know why they decided to go, probably just wanted some time alone together ya know? I think Sam's going to finally ask for a real date. And I've watched everything there is to watch on Netflix, but you can still keep me company and watch some reruns with me.
*Dean chuckled.* Ya, him and Eileen wanted to 'find themselves' or some crap like that. So it's just been me, my booze and Netflix for the past week. Truthfully, it's really nice to have some company again.
*Sit down at the table across from Cas.* It does ya. Especially since Sam's on some kind of retreat thing. *Dean rolled his eyes*
*Dean cleared his throat and tried to hide his blush.* I mean, a lot I guess, gets lonely with no one around
*Dean paused for a moment, looking back at Cas over his shoulder as he started to plate the pancakes for them.* Well, I missed you too man.
Dean nodded. "Good. Get some sleep then." He said as he held on to the door frame, looking back at Sam for a moment before walking out.
*Hums softly and flips and makes the pancakes, placing syrup and butter on the table.* So what ya doing here Cas?
Dean swallowed his drink quickly before pouring another one for himself and one for Cas. He carried them both over to the table. "I'm fine, I don't need to eat. I'm not hungry." He said holding up his glass. "And I always got something on my mind Cas. Comes with the life."
Dean nodded. "Okay. Well you know where I am if you need me." He said standing up. "And Sam, don't hide things like this from me again okay?"
"Sammy. I will always worry about you. And I'll never stop. Now come on, warm milk then back to bed." He smirked.
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"Worried? Why would you be worried?" He said begging up and walking over to a table where a bottle and a couple of glasses sat "Drink?" He asked holding up the bottle, pouring one for himself. He couldn't remember the last time he ate a meal, but booze has some nutritional value.
Dean chuckled mirthlessly, "Sammy, you're my baby brother, I'm always going to worry about you. And now I'm worried more since I know that you haven't been sleeping properly and been still hunting."
Dean jumped, his hand going to his gun which wasn't there before looking up. "Cas! Hey man, what are you doing back? Weren't you helping out with some angel business?" He asked him, not wanting to let on that he was happy to jot be alone, and to have Cas back.