Dean finished filling up the mug and walked over with it to the table. He sat down and sipped the coffee while beginning to think about breakfast.

After a few minutes, Sam walked in, going straight for the coffeemaker himself and putting the canvas bag that he’d been carrying along side it on the counter after a quick glance at Dean. “Morning,” he greeted his brother. He quickly took his own mug from the overhead cabinet and poured himself some coffee. “You’re awake early,”  he commented as he made his way to the table.

“Morning,” Dean answered as Sam sat down opposite him. “Fell asleep early last night and slept right through until about an hour ago,” he shrugged. “You have your run?”

“Yeah, and shower, then I got breakfast. Muffins, and plenty of them, ‘cause Jack..” The Nephilim could get away with eating an obscene amount and had a habit of doing just that.

“Great.”

Sam just grinned, and Dean didn’t like it. “Sunrise bakery’s finest. Oat bran, flaxseed, and carob, so not so great for you.”

“Sammy...” Dean sighed, and scrubbed a hand across his face. “You’re a monster. A vegan monster.”

“Not actually vegan and you know it, just health conscious. They happen to have really good muffins.”

Dean scoffed and took a sip of his cooling coffee.

“New mug?” Sam asked, though Dean knew he’d probably noticed it, and more importantly, the colors on it already. Pink, purple, and blue. The bi flag colors.

“Got it with the mail yesterday.”

“Uh-huh,” Sam nodded. “And..uh..is there anything you’d like to say, Dean?”

“Nothing you don’t already know.” Dean said evenly. Sam had never mentioned anything, so they’d never talked about it like they were about to, but Dean knew that he knew. Still, it was going to be hard to actually say the words.  “I’m... bi, okay,” he managed.

Sam didn’t say anything right away, but a small smile played across features. “Okay. Yeah, I’ve known. Only surprise here is you actually admitting it. I mean, DUH, come on, man...You’re not exactly cool about it,” he chuckled.

“Right,” Dean rolled his eyes. “Still fantastic with the ladies, though. But yeah, you’ve been there and seen me. It’s just something that happens. I can’t help it, so...”

“Sheriff’s Deputies in particular? Or just guys in uniform? Or with a lab coat and stethoscope and cowboy boots? Now that I think of it, cowboy getup is kind of uniform, too..”

“Shut up with the cowboy thing, alright. That era just happens to be interesting, okay?.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Look,” Dean said, becoming more serious . “This doesn’t really change anything. I still love women, and it’s not like I’m going to be hanging flags or putting bumper stickers on the Impala ...”

Sam smiled a little at that.

“It’s just that if I check out some good-looking dude or even flirt a little, I don’t want to feel ashamed or that I have to hide it from you or Cas, or Jack.” Dean shrugged. “It doesn’t mean anything else will happen. Not even sure if I’d want it to.”

“Okay. The only thing this means is that no server is safe from you now.”

“Well, with my luck lately they’re more likely to be interested in Cas,” Dean shook his head.

At that moment a still sleepy looking Cas came into the kitchen, wearing a new Pink Floyd Dark Side t-shirt and pair of Dean’s old jeans  And damn if this new look really did suit him, Dean thought. ”What about me?” he asked with a grunt and a look between the brothers as he headed to the coffeemaker.

“Dean was just saying that lately you’ve been stealing his action when we go into a restaurant,” Sam answered.

Cas took his own ‘morning, sunshine’ mug out of the cabinet. “Action?”

“The waitresses and waiters hitting on you lately,” Dean said. “Man, what is up with that?”

“Well, it has been noted that I could be considered devastatingly handsome,” Cas replied as he was pouring the coffee into the mug.

Sam tried unsuccessfully to fight a snort of amusement as Dean shot him a questioning look.

Cas walked back to the table with his mug and sat down next to Sam. “No, I  really have no idea. It’s a bit puzzling,” he shrugged.

“You were right, actually. Just objectively speaking, you chose an attractive vessel, Cas,” Sam said.

Cas seemed even more puzzled, tilting his head in a mannerism that had stayed even though he was human now. “I chose James Novak because he prayed for it. Physical appearance had nothing to do with it.”

“The consensus is you’re hot -” Dean said, but whatever else he was going to say was interrupted by Jack’s appearance.

“Hey, guys,” he greeted the group cheerfully. “What’s up?” He headed over to the counter to get his typical sugar loaded cereal.

Sam shot him a disapproving look. “There’s muffins.”

Jack glanced at the bag nearby.  “Oh. Later,” he replied.

“Uh,”... Dean started as he watched him grab a bowl from the cabinet. “ Sam and I were just talking about something, and you and Cas should know, too.”

Jack turned around and looked with apprehension from Dean to Sam. “Is it something bad? Because mostly whenever you say things like that, it’s not  good.”

“ Relax, kid,” Dean replied with a little chuckle, “No, it’s nothing bad. Just that,” he gestured to the mug in front of him, “I’m bi.”

“Oh, I know that term! That means you like both women and men,” Jack replied. “Cool,” he said, after a moment, and gave a little shrug.

“Yep, I do, but it goes no further than here, understood? I just wanted to be honest with you three about it.” 

“It’s great that you felt you could, Dean,” Cas said. There was something in his tone that Dean couldn’t quite place.

Dean finished filling up the mug and walked over with it to the table. He sat down and sipped the coffee while beginning to think about breakfast.

After a few minutes, Sam walked in, going straight for the coffeemaker himself and putting the canvas bag that he’d been carrying along side it on the counter after a quick glance at Dean. “Morning,” he greeted his brother. He quickly took his own mug from the overhead cabinet and poured himself some coffee. “You’re awake early,”  he commented as he made his way to the table.

“Morning,” Dean answered as Sam sat down opposite him. “ Fell asleep early last night and slept right through until about an hour ago,” he shrugged.  “You have your run?”

“Yeah, and shower, then I got breakfast. Muffins.”

“Great.”

Sam just grinned, and Dean didn’t like it. ”Sunrise bakery’s finest. Oat bran, flaxseed, and carob, so not so great for you.”

“Sammy...” Dean sighed, and scrubbed a hand across his face.  ”You’re a monster. A vegan monster.”

“Not actually vegan and you know it, just health conscious. They happen to have really good muffins.”

Dean scoffed and took a sip of his cooling coffee.

“New mug?” Sam asked, though Dean knew he’d probably noticed it, and more importantly, the colors on it already. Pink, purple, and blue. The bi flag colors.

“Got it with the mail yesterday.”

“Uh-huh,” Sam nodded. “And..uh..is there anything you’d like to say, Dean?”

“Nothing you don’t already know.” Dean said evenly. Sam had never mentioned anything, so they’d never talked about it like they were about to, but Dean knew that he knew. Still, it was going to be hard to actually say the words.”I’m... bi, okay.” he managed.

Sam didn’t say anything right away, but a small smile played across features. “Okay. Yeah, I’ve known. Only surprise here is you actually admitting it. I mean, DUH, come on, man...You’re not exactly cool about it,” he chuckled.

“Right,” Dean rolled his eyes. “Still fantastic with the ladies, though. But yeah, you’ve been there and seen me. It’s just something that happens; I can’t help it, so...”

“Sheriff Deputies in particular? Or just guys in uniform? Or with a lab coat and stethoscope and cowboy boots? Now that I think of it, cowboy getup is kind of uniform, too.”

“Shut up with the cowboy thing, alright. That era just happens to be interesting, okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Look,” Dean said, becoming more serious .”This doesn’t really change anything. I still love women, and it’s not like I’m going to be hanging flags or putting bumper stickers on the Impala ...”

Sam smiled a little at that.

“It’s just that if I check out some good-looking dude or even flirt a little, I don’t want to feel ashamed or that I have to hide it from you or Cas, or Jack.” Dean shrugged. “It doesn’t mean anything else will happen. Not even sure if I’d want it to.”

“Okay. The only thing this means is that no server is safe from you now.”

“ Well, with my luck lately they’re more likely to be interested in Cas,” Dean shook his head.

At that moment a still sleepy looking Cas came into the kitchen, wearing a new Pink Floyd Dark Side t-shirt and pair of Dean’s old jeans  And damn if this new look really did suit him, Dean thought. ”What about me?” he asked with a grunt and a look between the brothers as he headed to the coffeemaker.

“Dean was just saying that lately you’ve been stealing his action when we go into a restaurant,” Sam answered.

 Cas took his own ‘morning, sunshine’ mug out of the cabinet. “Action?”

“The waitresses and waiters hitting on you lately,” Dean said. “Man, what is up with that?”

“ Well, it has been noted that I could be considered devastatingly handsome,” Cas replied as he was pouring the coffee into the mug.

Sam tried unsuccessfully to fight a snort of amusement as Dean shot him a questioning look.

Cas walked back to the table with his mug and sat down next to Sam. “ No, I  really have no idea. It’s a bit puzzling,” he shrugged.

“ You were right, actually. Just objectively speaking, you chose an attractive vessel, Cas,” Sam said.

Cas seemed even more puzzled, tilting his head in a mannerism that had stayed even though he was human now. “I chose James Novak because he prayed for it. Physical appearance had nothing to do with it.”

“The consensus is you’re hot.-” Dean said but whatever else he was going to say was interrupted by Jack’s appearance. 

“Hey, guys,” he greeted the group cheerfully. “What’s up?” He headed over to the counter to get his Cookie Cookie Crunch cereal.

“Uh,”... Dean started as he watched Jack grab a bowl from the cabinet. “ Sam and I were just talking about something, and you and Cas should know, too.” 

Jack turned around and looked with apprehension from Dean to Sam. “Is it something bad? Because mostly whenever you say things like that, it’s not    good.”

“ Relax, kid,” Dean replied with a little chuckle, “No, it’s nothing bad. Just that,” he gestured to the mug in front of him, ”I’m bi.” 

“Oh, I know that term! That means you like both women and men,” Jack said.

“Yep, and it goes no further than here, understood? I just wanted to be honest with you three about it.” 

“It’s great that you felt you could, Dean,” Cas said. There was something in his tone that Dean couldn’t quite place.