Sam grins at his brother, picks up the tray and heads for the living room. Or, at least, what they've designated as the living room. It works well and that's where the TV goes.

He rolls his eyes at Castiel and Kevin, shaking his head as he heads to Castiel's couch to put the tray on the coffee table in front of it. "Dean made food," he tells them both. But, of course, only sent Sam out with breakfast for himself and Castiel. Which is possibly a signal to Kevin that Sam and Castiel need to talk or something. Or maybe he's already made his own breakfast.

He pulls the coffee table close to the couch, touching Castiel's arm to get him to sit up a bit so that Sam can sit by his head.