Yeah, if it wasn't obvious to Sam what they were up to before, it is now. He'll probably think they spent all night going at it like rabbits. Cas doesn't care -even if he was the type to care, he still wouldn't care- and once they finally get the mattresses side-by-side he untucks the blankets and spreads them out over both beds. There.

The silence feels very weighted, but Castiel doesn't think there's anything to say. He touches Dean's arm, a hand against his forearm that slides down onto and off of his wrist as he steps away and back over to their food spread out on the table.