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Dean: Cas is back
Charlie: Wait, what?! When? Is he alright?
Dean: He fell
Charlie: OMG, so what does that mean? Is he not an angel anymore?
Dean: I don’t know. He’s lost his mojo. So yeah, I guess. It’s kinda happened before
Charlie: So he can get it back?
Dean: Dunno. Maybe?
Charlie: Do u want him to get it back?
Dean: What do u mean?
Charlie: I think I was pretty clear
Dean: No, u really weren’t. I don’t even understand why ur asking the question
Charlie: Oooookaaay. Let’s try again. What do u think will happen if Cas gets his mojo back?
Dean: How should I know?
Charlie: …
Dean: He’ll probably leave again. That’s what he usually does
Charlie: So I repeat the question
Dean: …
Dean: I swear to God I’m going to kill him
Charlie: Kill who? I need specifics here
Dean: CAS
Charlie: 8-O
Dean: WTF? I’m already pissed. Use words
Charlie: Sorry. What happened?
Dean: He screwed around with my journal.
Charlie: Ur journal? What like, ur personal diary? OMG. Cas read ur diary? Did u have all kinds of sexy things about him in there? Oooo. Can I read it?
Dean: What?! No!
Dean: My hunter’s journal.
Charlie: So does this mean I can still read ur diary?
Dean: I don’t have a diary. I’m not some teenaged girl
Charlie: I resent that
Charlie: So when did he manage to get ur journal? I don’t see u just leaving that around
Dean: I left it in the library. Dude doesn’t sleep. Stays up all night researching shit. He’s worse than Sam. He won’t even pick a bedroom
Charlie: But he’s human now, right? So he has to sleep sometime.
Dean: Not much.
Dean: If he does sleep it’s in the library. Like he’s just crashing on someone’s couch for a bit.
Charlie: Ah. So is this about the journal? Or something else?
Dean: What the hell do you mean?
Charlie: Maybe he’d rather share a room?
Dean: Shut up, Charlie.
Dean: Cas was checking out our waitress today
Charlie: So?
Dean: So? That’s it. So.
Charlie: Um, yeah?
Charlie: Did you expect something else?
Dean: No. I guess. But, I mean, it’s CAS
Charlie: So how exactly was he checking her out?
Dean: He kept giving her that intense stare of his. The one he’s always giving me
Charlie: Uh, huh. Jealous much?
Dean: Hell, I even tried to flirt with him to distract him and it didn’t work
Charlie: Woah, wait, what?
Dean: What? I’m a good flirt
Charlie: Yeah, so not the point
Dean: Fine. I like the guy ok? And he was looking all sexy in his suit and I got to tie his tie for him this morning
Charlie: YES! *Happy Dance* You FINALLY admit it. Well done Dean
Dean: Tell a soul and I’ll sick an orc on you
Dean: He looks like a freakin’ douche bag
Charlie: I am going to go out on a limb here and assume ur talking about Cas?
Dean: Well, I sure as hell ain’t talkin about Santa Claus
Charlie: Somebody has their panties in a twist
Charlie: Now, what do u mean Cas looks like a douche bag? U were just telling me yesterday how hot u thought he was
Dean: Woke up this morning and the dude had found these suits from some closet in the bunker. All dressed up like he was going to some fancy party
Dean: There was so much gel in his hair I could probably throw a rock and it would bounce off
Charlie: Did he say why he was so dressed up?
Dean: Sam said he told him he wanted to “look more the part” or some shit. Kept giving me the stink eye about it too. Don’t know why.
Dean: What if he’s trying to fit in more so he can just leave?
Dean: Or what if he’s trying to impress that waitress? Or some other girl?
Charlie: Ur babbling
Dean: Shut up. U can’t babble in texts
Dean: Mission accomplished
Charlie: ???
Dean: All of Cas’s suits are ruined
Charlie: Ur such a child
Dean: Cas wants me to teach him how to drive
Charlie: OK?
Dean: This is a good thing right?
Charlie: Well, he’s showing interest in something u like right? That’s a good sign
Dean: We changed the oil in a Volvo 1800
Charlie: Dean, that means nothing to me
Dean: CHARLIE! I’m disappointed. It’s THE SAINT’S car. How can you not know this car?
Charlie: Dean, talk to me about D&D, tabletop or Star Trek and I’m ur girl. Car’s aren’t my thing. I drive a moped
Dean: It’s like I don’t even know you
Dean: He’s sleeping in the damn car
Charlie: At least he’s sleeping
Dean: But we don’t need to sleep in our cars anymore. We have the bunker. We have beds. That remember us. Why’s he in the car?
Charlie: I dunno. Did u say anything to give him the idea?
Dean: Why would I do that? If he’s gonna sleep I want it to be with me
Charlie: HA! I knew it!
Dean: Shit. I didn’t say that. Erase that message
Charlie: U wish
Dean: He kissed the damn thing goodnight!
Charlie: He kissed what? I assume we’re talking about Cas
Dean: YES. And the CAR. He kissed the CAR goodnight
Charlie: I believe ur jealous
Dean: What? No. How can I be jealous of a CAR?
Charlie: Oh yeah?
Charlie: So I assume u and Cas are still going driving tomorrow?
Dean: Um. Well, the car might not be running tomorrow
Charlie: How convenient
Dean: What? I needed a spare set of spark plugs for the Impala! Those were compatible!
Charlie: Uh huh. Keep telling urself that
Dean: HEY! We’re having a Halloween party!
Charlie: Sweet!
Dean: U comin right?
Dean: I’m getting ready to take Cas shopping for decorations and a costume.
Charlie: I wouldn’t miss it. I know JUST what to wear.
Charlie: OH. And check ur email. U gotta make me some Butterbeer. Consider it a security to keep me from passing along any of my personal knowledge to one former angel
Dean: U wouldn’t
Charlie: Recipe sent. I expect my drink!
Dean: I yield to the queen. See you tomorrow.
Dean: THANK YOU!!