Supernatural Rarepair Shipfest 2012

“Come on, Cas, I think I can handle walking up three stairs.”

“You’re always complaining about how steep they are.”

“Whatever. I can handle them.”

“Of course, Dean.”

“…did you move my glasses?”

“They’re on top of your head.”

“Right.”

“Did you take your medication this morning?”

“Those pills don’t do anything but make my mouth dry.”

“Every time you say that, you end up in pain after dinner.”

“Whatever. Bring them to me if you’re so concerned.”

“Do you want coffee or orange juice with them?”

“Coffee. And quit trying to slip me that decaf crap.”

“Caffeine isn’t good for you, Dean.”

“Lots of things aren’t good for me. Give it to me anyway.”

“Whatever you say, Dean.”

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“This little knee pillow is lame, Cas.”

“You said the same thing about the garden when we first planted it. Besides, you said last week that you liked it.”

“…did I? Hmph.”

“Good morning, Mr. Winchester.”

“Nora, I’ve told you, call me Dean.”

“Your garden is coming along beautifully. Your son has quite the green thumb.”

“He’s not-“

“Thank you, Nora.”

“Would you mind sharing some of your seeds with me, Cas? I’ve been having so much trouble with the cucumbers.”

“I wouldn’t mind at all. I’ll look for them tonight.”

“Thank you so much. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, Mr. Winchester.”

“…what the hell was that about? My son?”

“It seemed to be the easiest explanation, Dean.”

“And you just let her go with it?”

“Would you rather I tell her that we are romantically involved?”

“…we haven’t been ‘involved’ in a month. At least.”

“You can’t even lay on your left side without being in pain, and you won’t let me fix it.”

“I told you, I want to live naturally. I’ve had enough supernatural crap to last a lifetime.”

“And I respect that, but I don’t want to irritate it further.”

“Hmph. Whatever. Help me up, I’m starving.”

“I could bring you lunch if you’d rather eat out here.”

“…sure, why not. We can have a picnic.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re being facetious?”

“Fa-what?”

“Sarcastic.”

“Oh. Right. Well, I’m not.”

“Good. Here, sit on this, it’s more comfortable.”

“Would you quit mother-henning me?”

“I care about you, Dean. I want to make your life as easy as I can.”

“I know. …this is kind of comfy.”

“I know it is.”

“Wipe that smug look off your face, boy, or I’ll hit you with my cane.”

“So you admit you need one.”

“…shut up, I was joking.”

“So was I.”

“You little shit.”

“I have learned how to interact with you over the years, Dean. Don’t look so shocked.”

“Whatever. Make yourself useful and bring me something to eat.”

“Yes, Dean.”

“…should you be kissing me where Nora can see? That might be an awkward conversation.”

“Let her see. I’ll just erase the memory.”

“…mm, good idea.”