“You missed me?” he asked, looking up at you through long lashes.
“Of course I missed you. Those two are entertaining,” you said, jerking your thumb back at Sam and Dean who were standing by the car. “But I don’t have the same kind of fun with them as I do with you.”
Cas looked down, smile filling his face.
“Where were you anyway? And where’s your tie?” you asked. He looked down, running a hand absently over the front of his shirt.
“It’s actually an interesting story. I was walking down the street and there was this cat—”
“Cas,“ you stopped him gently. "Maybe you could tell me everything over dinner?” If it were possible, his smile widened.
“Yes,” he nodded without hesitation. “I’d like that very much. I’ll tell you everything.”