Sam chuckles, grabbing the remote control from where Kevin had set it before he sits down, putting a hand on Castiel's shoulder to let him know he can lay down again. If he wants to. Though eggs are hard to eat while laying down, he knows.
"We can get more eggs," he replies, reaching up to stroke Castiel's hair, ignoring the brand of the black collar around Castiel's neck for the moment. "I think Dean's more annoyed at the amount of cleaning he has to do. I keep telling him he should actually teach you to cook, but I don't think he wants to lose control of his kitchen."
It had been a slow thing, but the bunker has become home to them all. Even Sam, who has never had a home before in his life, has started to accept that.
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Date: 2014-01-24 05:09 pm (UTC)"We can get more eggs," he replies, reaching up to stroke Castiel's hair, ignoring the brand of the black collar around Castiel's neck for the moment. "I think Dean's more annoyed at the amount of cleaning he has to do. I keep telling him he should actually teach you to cook, but I don't think he wants to lose control of his kitchen."
It had been a slow thing, but the bunker has become home to them all. Even Sam, who has never had a home before in his life, has started to accept that.