“Why did you give him those books?” Dean grumbles.
Sam doesn’t look up from the groceries he’s putting into the bunker’s cupboards. “You told me to give him something to read besides lore. You told me to introduce him to the ‘real world.’”
“Harry Potter isn’t the real world!”
Sam raises an eyebrow. “It’s not uncommon for people to introduce themselves, ‘Hi, I’m Sam, and I’m a Ravenclaw.’”
Dean snorts. “Please. You’re a total Slytherin.” Sam laughs, and Dean rolls his eyes. “Okay, I see your point. But my point is, he’s barely left his room for weeks.”
“So?” says Sam. “He’s enjoying the books.”
“I just…” Dean trails off.
Sam’s laughter fills the room. “You just miss your boyfriend!”
Dean blushes and storms out of the kitchen, Sam’s laughter following him down the hallway.
“Dean.” Cas’s voice is rough and raw. He stands in Dean’s doorway, a battered copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows clutched to his chest.
Dean, sprawled on his bed, looks up at Cas with a sympathetic smile. “Did you finally finish then? It’s hard to finish a series and realize there’s no more to–” He stops when he sees Cas shaking his head, a single tear trailing down his cheek.
“What is it, Cas?” Dean is there, kissing Cas’s forehead and wiping away the tear.