Chapter One
Sam: "So. You like Cas."
Dean nearly drops his laptop.
Dean:"Wh- NO. I mea- I don't-- he's just- he's Cas."
Sam raises an eyebrow.
Sam: "Dean. You color‑correct his photos like you're painting a Renaissance portrait."
Dean turns red.
Dean: "...shut up."
Cas is reviewing a magazine layout when Sam approaches.
Sam: "You know Dean likes you, right?"
Cas blinks.
Cas: "He does?"
Sam sighs.
Sam: "You're both disasters."