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Dean walks into the kitchen to find Cas leaning up against the counter, squinting at his phone and frowning. He stops and stares even though he doesn’t mean to. He watches as Cas starts to type a response, Dean guesses, to someone’s text. Cas stops, squints at his phone some more, types a bit, then sighs and looks up at Dean.
Dean jerks into movement, raising his eyebrows at Cas’s befuddled face. “Somethin’ wrong?” he asks, pulling open the refrigerator door.
“Claire has been texting me,” he says, looking down at the phone, his frown deepening.
Dean pulls out a beer and uses the counter to knock the top off. “She get settled in okay?”
Cas nods. “She’s made some friends-” Cas hesitates, then adds, “They’re her age; they seem to be of much higher caliber than her previous friends.”
Dean takes a drink and asks, “So what’s with the face?”
Cas frowns at him. “She’s been telling me about this party she went to. Said they played-” He squints at his phone and uses his thumb to scroll back in the conversation. “-a game called spin the bottle. I’m not familiar with it, and she has evaded answering my questions.”
Dean laughs, setting his beer down and swiping his hand across his mouth. “I thought you got all that crap from Metatron.”
Cas rolls his eyes. “He gave me his own knowledge. Childhood games apparently were not amongst such things.”
“Clearly.” Dean glances over at Cas to see him looking at Dean with a pout. He chuckles in amusement. “Didn’t realize they still played it, but usually it’s a group of teenagers who take an empty bottle and spin it to see who they kiss.” Dean wiggles his beer bottle at Cas.
“What is the purpose of this game?” Cas squints at him now.
Dean shrugs. “They’re horny; it’s an excuse to make out with each other.”
“If they wanted to make out, why did they just not ask?”
Dean snorts. “It’s not that easy when you’re young, Cas. Plus sometimes you don’t want anyone in particular.”
“I’m not sure I approve of Claire playing such games.”
Dean moves to lean against the counter next to Cas and bumps his elbow against Cas’s arm. “She’s a kid, Cas. It’s good for her to be doing kid things.”
Cas sighs and shoves his phone into the pocket of his jacket. “Did you ever play?”
Dean considers, then finally answers, “No, not really. Never much had time to make friends enough to be invited to a party where they’d play it.”
“And I, of course, never had a childhood.”
Dean looks over at Cas, who is staring down at the floor. “Are you wanting to play spin the bottle, Cas?” Dean asks, cocking an eyebrow at him.
Cas looks up at Dean and holds his gaze for a moment before shrugging one shoulder. “You said it was a good excuse to make out with someone.”
Dean’s eyebrows shoot up. “You wantin’ to make out with someone?”
Cas licks his lips and Dean can’t help looking down to follow the movement of his tongue. When Cas doesn’t answer, Dean looks up to find Cas staring at him. Dean swallows and looks away. He takes a deep breath and turns to face Cas.
“Hey, Cas?”
Cas mimics him and turns to stand face-to-face with him. They stand inches apart. “Yes, Dean?”
“You wanna play spin the bottle?”