“Seriously, Sam, don’t you think it’d be better to stock up on your rabbit food now? What if it snows?”
“There’s no snow in the forecast, and I’m right in the middle of this chapter.”
Cas shrugged. Centuries, no millennia of being a celestial tactician, and he couldn’t figure out how to get rid of one stupid brother for an hour or two? Or three? Or possibly till tomorrow?
Time to pull out the big guns, then.
“Fine, Sammy. I just hope that book is so good that you’re completely sucked in.”
“I was until you started talking.” Sam scowled at him.
“I mean so good you can’t even hear me talking. Or yelling. Or, you know, making other noises.”
Sam paled and folded over the page he was on before slamming the book shut. He was out the door in seconds, shouting, “Don’t wait up” over his shoulder.
“I believe you may have traumatized Sam,” Cas said as Dean tried to go in for a kiss.
“Not as bad as I would’ve if he didn’t hurry up and leave,” Dean muttered. “Now, shut up and kiss me already.”
It turned out to be a very good thing Sam stayed out until morning.