Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYeah, thatās right, rub my meat.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYes, Iāll rub your meat, Dean.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Sam stopped in the doorway into the kitchen as he squeezed his eyes closed and hoped fervently that he wasnāt about to walk into something that he really did not want to know went on in the kitchen. Where they ate. And made their food. Fortunately another two steps into the kitchen presented him with Dean hovering by Castielās shoulder as he watched the other rub some seasoning into a large slab of pork. Sam suddenly remembered Dean mentioning they were going to have pulled pork for dinner the next night. It seemed a little bit late in the evening to be preparing food, but Sam wasnāt going to say anything about that.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYeah, Cas, rub his meat, wink wink.ā Sam grinned at his lame joke. He was the little brother; technically he was entitled to being annoying.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Dean just shot him a dark look in response while Cas just snorted loudly but didnāt look up from his intense concentration on the pork.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI donāt think so. Itās much too late for that, and Iām tired. Dean can rub his own meat tonight.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWhat if I donāt want to rub my own meat tonight?ā Dean asked slyly and pressed up close against Casā back.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Sam wrinkled his nose and decided that he may have started the joke but he was definitely not going to stick around and end it. As soon as Dean gave Casā butt a little pat Sam quickly turned on his heel to retreat out of the kitchen to leave the two alone with their meat.
