There’s no more war between heaven and hell and things on earth are pretty chill. Cas is human and off doing his own thing, Sam has a date, and Dean’s getting pushed out the door to spend some time in the real world. He’s less than thrilled with how his night started, but more than happy with how it’s going to end.
“This is dumb, Sam,” Dean said for the fifteenth time. “I don’t need to get out.” He exaggerated the term with really big air quotes.
“Too bad, Dean. I already made you a reservation.”
“What kind of place takes reservations?” Dean asked, realizing how stupid that sounded a little too late.
“A nice place,” Sam answered, his words laced with sarcasm. “And maybe this isn’t about you. Maybe I need your sulking, cranky ass out of my hair for a few hours.” He took a step back and looked at his brother. “Here,” he said, handing him a different tie. “Try this one.”
“Wait a minute,” Dean said, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. “Do you have a date?” Sam didn’t answer. “Sam. Do you have someone coming over?”
“Shut up and put on your tie. Your reservation’s in two hours and you have an hour and forty-minute drive.”
“An hour and forty-minute drive. Wow, Sam. You really want me far, far away from you and your friend, huh?” Dean said with a smirk.
Sam gave a pained smile and muttered through his teeth. “I should’ve made it in Kansas City.”
The way dean just sauntered in that diner with that smug face and sat in the booth just screamed “Hi I’m dean, professional asshole and cas’ boyfriend, ps he loves me more than he’ll ever love you how about some pie”