Dean hunched over a little and laughed. "What? You want me to get a journal and write out my life for you?"
Cas shook his head softly. "No. Just talk."
Dean then sat up a bit and placed his hands on the table before giving out a small breath. "Well hi. I'm Dean Winchester, I'm 17 years old. My favorite color is blue and my least favorite color is red."
Castiel smiled at that. "I have a brother, Sam. He's 13... the lil rascal... My dad moves from place to place, he doesn't like to stay in one area for too long. My mom... well she's dead..." Dean sat quietly for a moment before taking in a breath and smiling at Cas.
"That's all you told me about yourself... your turn angel." Dean said with that dashing smile.
Castiel rolled his eyes and sat back, arms crossed.
"What do you want to know, Winchester?"
Dean leaned in a bit on his elbows. "Who's Samandriel?"
All Dean got was silence.
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