The beer

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Castiel turned the living room light on, looking to Dean in confusion. "It's late. Why are you awake?" He said.

"Oh, sorry, Cas." Dean replied. "Got lost in thought."

"Of course, of course. But it is late. You should be resting."

"Cas, I'm fine." Dean said with a little anger.

He took the remote control from Dean and turned the TV off.

"No, you will rest." Cas said with order.

"Alright, alright." Dean said. "Can I at least keep the beer, though? "He asked, pointing at it.

Cas's eyes looked briefly to the beer bottle on the table. "I guess, but no more than that." He said

"Good." Dean nods his head.

Cas rolls his eyes. "Goodnight, Dean."

"Mhm. See ya."

Cas looked up to Dean as Dean walked to his bedroom with the beer in hand. Cas felt sorry for him and wanted to hug him but was afraid Dean would hate him. He shrugged off the thought. With a yawn, Cas turned the TV off and retired to his room.

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