Literature
A Single Touch
Dean was getting antsy. He really, really wanted to be with Cas right now, alone, but instead he was sitting on the edge of his bed, glaring at Sam. Sure, Cas was there too, which did make it better, but Sam was just fucking around on his laptop, looking for a case.
Dean cleared his throat obnoxiously. Cas didn't pay any attention, just continued to sit in a chair looking out the window but Sam glanced at him, giant caveman forehead all wrinkled up. Dean tried to signal Sam to leave by jerking his head at the door, but he was tense and it ended up looking like a repressed seizure, and Sam just went back to his laptop. Dean sighed.
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