“Ok… but what if Bucky told Tony about his parents? The last fight could’ve been completely avoided.” Cas’ methodical tone crackled through the phone.
It brought a curl to Dean’s lips imagining his angel, tucked away in the bunker, watching the Marvel cinematic universe and contemplating every scene. “Babe, that’s the most intense fight. It made the movie.”
“Hm.” A few calculated breaths before Cas had his rant back. “I don’t understand why we needed a movie of them fighting. And why each time was split right down the middle. They shouldn’t have been fighting! They are the Avengers!”
Snorting, Dean glanced over to the passenger seat to make sure Sammy was still sleeping. “The three of us fight, right?”
“Well, yes, but-”
“Any team is gonna have their arguments. It just happens. Don’t worry about it to much, sweetheart. We are gonna be home in a few hours and we will watch the next movie together.”
“I really enjoyed Antman, Dean. It was a very compelling story of a man who was raised by ants.”
Not being able to keep his laugh from barking out of his lungs, he heard Sam shuffle a bit. “He wasn’t raised by ants.”
“Dean. How can you watch these movies, claim to love them, but know so little? It’s astounding.” Cas gasped softly. “I ‘goggled’ it and he wasn’t raised by ants!”
Now the laughter was bringing tears to Dean’s eyes but he worried he might crash the car if he kept it up. The last thing he wanted to do was silence Cas’ voice in his ear but he knew he’d be seeing his angel soon. “I gotta go, honey bee. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Dean. Please drive safe.” There was a click and then static.
Placing his phone on his lap Dean eyed the road ahead of him. What he didn’t tell Cas about this hunt was that he made a small detour to a local jewelry store and bought a ring. The ring was nestled in his jean pocket, shining like nothing Dean had seen before. All he wanted was his angel every day for forever. Especially when the goof thinks things like Antman was raised by ants.