all sprawled out on the couch, his arms stretched over cas’ legs, head in his lap and cas just kind of smiling and he can’t quite follow dean’s train of thought, but he nods along and starts playing with dean’s hair when he notices the way dean pushes his head up into cas’ hand

and dean’s legs sprawled over sam’s lap and sam is rolling his eyes when dean asks him to make him a sandwich, but he laughs when dean is like, “come ooooooon sammy, you make the best grilled cheese, make me a grilled cheese please” and moves dean’s legs to get up and make him food

"Here, taste this. Too sweet?"

"Dean, as important as it is to act the part, we’re supposed to be investigating."

"I know, I know, just…humor me, okay? Been tryin’ to perfect this recipe for weeks."

The one where Dean and Cas go undercover at a fancy, five-star restaurant, disguised as a chef and a waiter~

He’s already watched the commercial like six times before he gets what it’s about. It keeps coming on during the breaks in between episodes of the Sunday afternoon M.A.S.H. marathon. Smiling people swinging each other in their arms, looking at each other across tables in coffee shops, curling up together in sock feet on a couch in a perfectly pristine apartment with a lot of light and some ferns. At first he thinks it’s an advertisement for like, that lube that gets warm on its own. But he watches these people smile dopey smiles at each other over yogurt parfaits for the seventh time and it finally hits him: it’s a dating commercial. The logo is a laptop with a heart around it. It’s an online dating commercial.

"You should do that," Sam says, from his chair across the room. He’s looking up from his own laptop with a weird smile on his face, nodding at the television. Dean looks at him and then at the screen. There’s another bland-looking couple clutching each other on a rollercoaster, screaming in delight. 

"Pass," Dean says. "I hate those things." The last time he was on a rollercoaster, he’d eaten four churros and a corndog beforehand and ended up chucking his contents behind a bush. Cas had calmly called it a miscalculation.

and now look at what he’s carrying in his hand