Well hey, Dean did get extra food for a reason. Cas is looking a bit scrawny. Or...scrawnier than usual, anyway.
He rolls over, face down into the pillow, gun safely (hah) stashed beneath it again. "Gotta admit, I'm glad you can't poof anymore. Less chance of heart attack."
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He rolls over, face down into the pillow, gun safely (hah) stashed beneath it again. "Gotta admit, I'm glad you can't poof anymore. Less chance of heart attack."