As soon as Dean walks in on them he drops his sandwich, sending mayo and turkey all over the motel carpet.
"Oh. Hi Dean," Sam says.
"Hello, Dean. We are occupied," Cas says impatiently.
"Dean," Sam says, "I can see you're upset. Maybe Cas can heal your sandwich."
Dean closes his eyes. He isn't sure which one of them he's about to ream out for taking advantage of the other, but he's pretty sure it's going to happen.
"Okay, first of all, we are supposed to be researching why those people went missing. Which means we are NOT using Cas' mojo for a sandwich," Dean growls. "I mean seriously, Sam? A sandwich?"
"You like sandwiches," Sam shrugs, "I was being empathetic."
"That is NOT how empathy works!" Dean says.
"If I recall," Cas informs Sam, "Empathy is about telling people their trivial concerns are indeed very significant, and that there is nothing ridiculous about their bloated sense of self-importance."
"See, I always thought it was more like making people feel like you're really interested in what they have to say," Sam notes.
"But why would anyone think I am interested in what they have to say?" Cas wonders.
"Good point," Sam says, eyebrows furrowed.
"That is NOT a good point - it -- both of you --- okay, new rule! No getting tips on acting human from someone who's not any good at it!" Dean yells.
"Are you talking to me or him?" Sam asks.
"Both of you!"
"I see what you mean," Cas tells Sam, "Now that the apocalypse is done, it's just tedious how bossy he is."
"Tedious! I'm sorry that I'm not taking advantage of someone without a soul!"
"Actually, we started this before the whole soulless thing," Sam said, "I was just terrified you would freak if you found out, so I broke it off. Sorry about that, by the way, Cas," Sam says.
Cas replies, "That is not necessary. I assumed that a relationship with a human would be mostly about shame and repression. And even more so with a Winchester."
"Hey!" Dean yells, "That's not how -- okay, you know what, that's not the point! And Sam, how could you corrupt a -"
"Dude, I don't care what you think. I would think you would have caught on to that by now. But if it makes you feel better to yell, go ahead. Actually, you know what? If you want to watch us finish as you yell, that would be pretty hot."
"What?!!"
"I fail to see why that would be hot," Cas replies, "Though it is only fair that we should continue despite Dean's objections, since he is the one who interrupted us."
Dean glares at them both, but when all he receives are amused and annoyed stares, from Sam and Cas respectively, he picks up his sandwich and throws it at them, then slams the door on his way out.
He walks to his car to drive back into town to replace his lunch, grumbling the whole way. He definitely isn't going to get another turkey sub; he's sticking to burgers from now on. He doesn't know why he thought it'd be good to try something new. That's never a good idea.
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Date: 2010-11-22 08:46 am (UTC)"Oh. Hi Dean," Sam says.
"Hello, Dean. We are occupied," Cas says impatiently.
"Dean," Sam says, "I can see you're upset. Maybe Cas can heal your sandwich."
Dean closes his eyes. He isn't sure which one of them he's about to ream out for taking advantage of the other, but he's pretty sure it's going to happen.
"Okay, first of all, we are supposed to be researching why those people went missing. Which means we are NOT using Cas' mojo for a sandwich," Dean growls. "I mean seriously, Sam? A sandwich?"
"You like sandwiches," Sam shrugs, "I was being empathetic."
"That is NOT how empathy works!" Dean says.
"If I recall," Cas informs Sam, "Empathy is about telling people their trivial concerns are indeed very significant, and that there is nothing ridiculous about their bloated sense of self-importance."
"See, I always thought it was more like making people feel like you're really interested in what they have to say," Sam notes.
"But why would anyone think I am interested in what they have to say?" Cas wonders.
"Good point," Sam says, eyebrows furrowed.
"That is NOT a good point - it -- both of you --- okay, new rule! No getting tips on acting human from someone who's not any good at it!" Dean yells.
"Are you talking to me or him?" Sam asks.
"Both of you!"
"I see what you mean," Cas tells Sam, "Now that the apocalypse is done, it's just tedious how bossy he is."
"Tedious! I'm sorry that I'm not taking advantage of someone without a soul!"
"Actually, we started this before the whole soulless thing," Sam said, "I was just terrified you would freak if you found out, so I broke it off. Sorry about that, by the way, Cas," Sam says.
Cas replies, "That is not necessary. I assumed that a relationship with a human would be mostly about shame and repression. And even more so with a Winchester."
"Hey!" Dean yells, "That's not how -- okay, you know what, that's not the point! And Sam, how could you corrupt a -"
"Dude, I don't care what you think. I would think you would have caught on to that by now. But if it makes you feel better to yell, go ahead. Actually, you know what? If you want to watch us finish as you yell, that would be pretty hot."
"What?!!"
"I fail to see why that would be hot," Cas replies, "Though it is only fair that we should continue despite Dean's objections, since he is the one who interrupted us."
Dean glares at them both, but when all he receives are amused and annoyed stares, from Sam and Cas respectively, he picks up his sandwich and throws it at them, then slams the door on his way out.
He walks to his car to drive back into town to replace his lunch, grumbling the whole way. He definitely isn't going to get another turkey sub; he's sticking to burgers from now on. He doesn't know why he thought it'd be good to try something new. That's never a good idea.