When the three of you showed up in your fed threads to the location Cas had sent you, you hadn't expected him to explain to you that the emergency he had scared the shit out of you for was Claire. She'd ditched another home. Of course Sam felt bad, he knew damn well what it was like to lose your mom and dad, but dammit he was gonna ask you out to see a movie tonight. You'd just finished a case and now…you owed a damn angel.

"This is why you called us, this is your emergency?"

Dean crosses his arms.

"Yes!"

Cas huffs, exasperated.

"No Cas, an emergency is a dead body, okay or a wigged out angel, or the Apocalypse take three. Some chick bolting on you is no emergency."

Dean grins smugly.

"That's every Friday night for Sam."

Sam's cheeks turn pink.

"Dude!"

Dean chuckles, eyeing the both of you pretty obviously before clapping Cas on the back, who looks horribly uncomfortable, and dragging him away. Sam swallows, his ears burning as he rubs the back of his neck.

"Sorry 'bout all of this."

He murmurs, shooting you an apologetic glance. Ugh, you were so beautiful. He couldn't even look for too long without getting antsy.