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"I am just saying," Dean laughed, "it seems like you have a bit of a crush on my little brother."

Castiel frowned, "That is ridiculous-" a few pictures of Sam fall out of their pocket, "as I was saying," Castiel tried to pick them up, but more kept falling out of their pockets, "I don't have a little crush," at this point they were falling out of Castiel's pockets quicker than they could pick them up, "on Sam."

"Uh-huh." Dean watched in amusement and concern at Castiel's attempt to clean up the Sam photo mess. Where did all these pictures even come from?

Castiel used their grace to get them to go into a neat pile and picked them up, "It's a big crush."

"You don't say." Dean shook his head, Sam's just a beacon for supernatural creatures. They love him way too much.

Castiel had placed them back into their pockets, frowning at Dean, "I did say." They walked forward to check his temperature, it was fine, "Dean, do you need me to check your hearing?"

"No, that's not what I meant," Dean said, batting away Castiel's hands.

"Okay," Castiel said not convinced at all but letting their arms drop back to their sides.

"Don't okay me," Dean grumbled. There is only one proper way to answer that,

"Okay." Dean rolled his eyes and walked away from the angel who was way too pleased with themselves for that. Castiel made a mental note to mess with Dean more often. It's fun. 

[Author's Note: The textpost to this one. Dean: I am just saying, it seems like you have a bit of a crush on my little brother.
Cas: That is ridiculous- *falls and pictures of Sam fall out of his pocket* like I was saying, *trying to pick them up, more spill out* I don't have a little crush- *more spill* on Sam.
Dean: Uh-huh
Cas: *picks them all up* It's a big crush.]