"Sweet," Kevin decides. With a last exasperated glance at Castiel, he saves his game and shuts it off. The TV right along with it. A last defiant act to deprive Castiel of entertainment as he heads towards the kitchen.

Castiel meanwhile sits up to make room for Sam and put away the cereal box. Better breakfast is to be had, now, and truth be told he's hungry.

"Good morning, Sam," he murmurs, still not entirely sure where they stand right now. Or what Dean might've said. But Sam's joined him on the couch with breakfast and coffee - therefore, it can't have been too bad. "I had hoped to bring you breakfast. I'm afraid we'll need to buy more eggs."