#spiritedcas

ooo koivus gotta a crush eheheh

omg those pistachios

omg yes i looked up "pistachio" on google and those showed up 

omg happy really late halloween sweetie <3

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Dean will bitch about the TV incessantly, dropping spoilers while they watch re-runs, pointing out the factual errors in anything he can and making it a point to declare every night at 9 that: “No way in hell am I watching some damn procedural cop show.”

Cas rolls his eyes and changes channels out of spite to Dean’s cry of “hey, I was watching that!” and settles on a documentary about meerkats. It’s not his first choice, but it’s better than listening to the dead man beside him gripe about Horatio Caine. Besides, he kind of liked CSI, once upon a time.

"This is stupid," Dean mutters, folding his arms across his chest in a manner that he refuses to acknowledge as pouting and props his feet up on the coffee table, despite Cas’ explicit instructions not to do so. What’s it gonna matter, man? Dean had said, eyebrow quirked as he purposefully stuck his foot through it. Cas hadn’t been too impressed then, and he wasn’t any more so now.

"You don’t have to watch it," he replies, making it a valiant effort to focus on the narration of meerkat dietary habits while Dean groans and lets his head loll onto the back of the couch.

They make it through a solid three minutes of silence, just long enough to learn that meerkats are also prone to eating other small mammals, when Dean decides it’s time to mutter: “You’re in my house.”

“My house,” Cas shoots back, taking a swig of his beer and still ignoring the man next to him on the couch as the animal on-screen—affectionately and oh-so-creatively dubbed “Timon” by the producers—takes to digging through dirt for its dinner.

"Either way!" Dean exclaims, hands waving through the air as if doing so will actually get his point across better. It doesn’t, but it does serve to leave the collar to Cas’ shirt fluttering against his throat. "Watch something other than crap TV!"

Dean hasn’t shut up for longer than five minutes at a time, and it’s seriously throwing off Cas’ nightly ritual of watching an hour or two of said crap TV before passing out on the couch in lieu of actually unpacking his bedroom.

Cas changes the channel to an infomercial just because he can.

That just sets Dean off again, and but now Cas is 96% sure he’s doing it just to get a rise out of him, making snide comments about being bored or Cas watching shitty TV because he has no friends (screw you, Dean, you’re dead.).

"Jesus Christ," Cas all but grounds out, barely holding himself back from telling his roommate to shut up already and interrupts the spiel about the Magic Bullet by switching over to what he quickly learns is the BBC and some old episodes of Doctor Who.

"Are you always an asshole?"