. "You know her?" It comes out as a question even though Dean already knows the answer. He recognizes recognition, the tensions in the body seeing someone they haven't seen in years, maybe someone they never expected to see again at all.
. Dean raises his eyebrows. "Did you know her in a Biblical way?"
. A rakish grin. "Come on, Cas, you can tell me."
+
"Sam, I think Cas nailed the hot FBI agent."
"Why are you still talking about who Cas nailed?" Sam says. "Can we focus on the case?"
"This is like bizzaro world. You have her number, Cas is nailing her, maybe... What am I, chopped liver?"
"Maybe you should ask Agent Mulder out for drinks."
"That asshole," Dean mutters.
"He seems like your type," Sam smirks.
"You don't find it remotely strange that Cas, our Cas, can't-get-laid-in-a-whorehouse Cas, social-skills-of-a-sea-sponge Cas, you don't find it strange that he has history with that fine piece of--"
"It's unexpected," Sam admits. "But, you know. Whatever. He can have history with whoever he wants. What, you wanna put the moves on your best friend's girl?"
Dean shrugs. "I mean..."
"Isn't that like against the bro code?"
"Did you just say 'bro code'?"
Sam sighs.
+
Dean turns the corner and stops in his tracks when he sees Cas and Scully having a conversation that immediately halts as soon as he appears. Scully takes a small step back, and looks down. Cas just looks at Dean, predictably. His face is expressionless, and that's how Dean knows. Before people like Cas become annoyed, they become opaque.
"Where's Mulder?" Dean asks.
"He's on his way," says Scully. "Where's Sam?"
"Same."
They let the silence stretch on a few more seconds, then Scully starts talking about the case.
+
But damn, if there isn't anything sexier than women talking guns at him.
"Yeah?" Dean grins. "You any good with a shotgun?"
Scully smiles a small half-smile. "I'm good with a lot of things."
have some Dean&Cas&Scully anyway
. "You know her?" It comes out as a question even though Dean already knows the answer. He recognizes recognition, the tensions in the body seeing someone they haven't seen in years, maybe someone they never expected to see again at all.
. Dean raises his eyebrows. "Did you know her in a Biblical way?"
. A rakish grin. "Come on, Cas, you can tell me."
+
"Sam, I think Cas nailed the hot FBI agent."
"Why are you still talking about who Cas nailed?" Sam says. "Can we focus on the case?"
"This is like bizzaro world. You have her number, Cas is nailing her, maybe... What am I, chopped liver?"
"Maybe you should ask Agent Mulder out for drinks."
"That asshole," Dean mutters.
"He seems like your type," Sam smirks.
"You don't find it remotely strange that Cas, our Cas, can't-get-laid-in-a-whorehouse Cas, social-skills-of-a-sea-sponge Cas, you don't find it strange that he has history with that fine piece of--"
"It's unexpected," Sam admits. "But, you know. Whatever. He can have history with whoever he wants. What, you wanna put the moves on your best friend's girl?"
Dean shrugs. "I mean..."
"Isn't that like against the bro code?"
"Did you just say 'bro code'?"
Sam sighs.
+
Dean turns the corner and stops in his tracks when he sees Cas and Scully having a conversation that immediately halts as soon as he appears. Scully takes a small step back, and looks down. Cas just looks at Dean, predictably. His face is expressionless, and that's how Dean knows. Before people like Cas become annoyed, they become opaque.
"Where's Mulder?" Dean asks.
"He's on his way," says Scully. "Where's Sam?"
"Same."
They let the silence stretch on a few more seconds, then Scully starts talking about the case.
+
But damn, if there isn't anything sexier than women talking guns at him.
"Yeah?" Dean grins. "You any good with a shotgun?"
Scully smiles a small half-smile. "I'm good with a lot of things."