Dean chucked another book at Castiel who caught it with ease, as easily as Dean caught every glare Castiel threw his way, "I am fluent in every language, Dean. You already know this." Castiel said, clearly annoyed, "Translate it anyway."
Castiel read the book and threw it back at Dean, "I do not have a mother and you definitely did not have coitus with her. She is nonexistent." Dean smiled, "You sure about that? Because-"
"Dean, quit it with the I fucked your mom jokes." Sam interrupted, sitting down with a cup of coffee, "What? How else is Cas supposed to know these jokes exist if we don't expose him to them?" Sam rolled his eyes, "It's not like he's going to make these jokes back."
"Of course not, Dean. I would never have sex with your mother, Mary. I can't say the same about me and your brother though-" Sam choked on his coffee as Dean's jaw dropped, "Are you okay, Sam?" Castiel asked. Dean got up, and walked away, shaking his head in disbelief.
"I'm fine, I just didn't expect you to say that," Sam said, clearing his throat. Castiel shrugged, "Dean does know I've been around for humanity since its first form? I am well aware of his crude jokes."
Sam nodded, "He forgets you have a sense of humor because you're dry with your jokes," Sam said, "But I think he'll remember now." Castiel shrugged, "If not, I have plenty of brother jokes for him." Sam nodded, biting his lips, he'd rather not hear them even if he is said brother. However, that time, fully deserved.
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FanfictionThis is my attempt to post every day in October. I usually shy away from such a huge challenge making excuses, but this year I figured I'd give it a shot. I did look for a writing challenge to follow but didn't find anything that intrigued me. I thr...
