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Dean’s halfway through his coffee by the time Cas comes out of the coffeeshop with a cup that’s way too big for coffee.

“Tell me that’s quadruple espresso.” He knows what the answer’s gonna be before he even finishes the sentence.

“No,” Cas replies simply. “It’s a Pumpkin Spice Latte.”

He could have lived in sweet ignorance, but no, he just had to open his mouth. “I regret asking.”

Cas pushes his cup under Dean’s nose. A sweet smell of not-coffee shoots up straight into his head. “Do you want some?”

Dean’s upper lip rides up in distaste. “Get this off my face.”

“Your loss.”

“Wow. You should sue Sam for ruining your taste in coffee. And I mean real coffee.”

“I don’t get it, Dean.” Cas looks at him weirdly. “You love sweets. What is wrong with sweet coffee? It’s got whipped cream on, look.”

Cas takes off the cover to reveal a partially melted island of whipped cream drifting on top of the beige liquid.

“It looks dead.”

Cas rolls his eyes and covers the cup. He takes a sip and doesn’t fail to make obnoxious sounds of pleasure and lick his lips.  If they weren’t currently walking down the semi-busy street, Dean’d say it’s pornographic.

“Coffee’s supposed to be strong and black and bitter as life to get you on your feet.”

Cas just shrugs and keeps sipping his coffee, savoring every drop like it’s some nectar of the gods he’s drinking, not overpriced sugared water.

“You say that as if you couldn’t like both.” After a pause, he adds, “You know, it’s not fair.”

Dean raises an eyebrow at Cas. “What is?”

“Ever since I’m human, you’ve been making me try everything that you like. But when I want to share with you something I like, you oppose. Do you really think my own taste is so terrible?”

Wow, is he really trying to guilt trip Dean right now? What the hell is this? It’s coffee. There’s no need to play the human card.

“Give it to me,” Dean grumbles nearly ripping the cup out of Cas’s hand. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

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