Sam was hunched over some odd runes that he couldn’t understand. It had already been eight hours since he last stood up for anything.

-Sam, you should get some rest and something to eat.

The hunter tiredly passed his fingers over his eyes. -I know, I know, just… Just this page and…- Castiel unceremoniously closed the book he had been checking.

-Now.

Sam considered for a second to argue with the angel but he already knew better and made way to the kitchen.

-Well look at that, who’d know you like to babysit Sammich.  

-Hello, brother.

-Have you ever thought about helping him get dressed for bed too? Passing your hand through his hair until he falls asleep?

Castiel just squinted his eyes a little while tilting his head. -I’m pretty sure Sam wouldn’t appreciate being treated like a toddler.

Gabriel lifted his hands up to the sky with a groan. -Seriously? You don’t even get I’m trying to tease you? Like, actually implying that you like the guy? How dense can you actually get to be Castiel?

-Well, I do like Sam, I wouldn’t care so much about him if I didn’t.

-That’s not the same kind of liking I’m talking about! I’m talking about smooching and christening furniture all around the house as loud as you can!

-You mean like what you’d like to do with Dean?

-Exactly! Just like…- Gabriel suddenly stopped and glared at Castiel who was sporting a smug smile. -You!