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Dean and Castiel are hanging on the couch, enjoying one of those rare uneventful nights at the bunker. They’re watching TV, or to be more specific; a movie that includes a talking dog. Dean absolutely loathes it, but he puts up with it because Cas insisted on watching it. Cas has a horrible taste in movies.
Castiel asks Dean to pass on the chips, and Dean complies right away. It’s not the kind of chips Dean likes anyway; they’re way too spicy for Dean’s liking, and whenever Dean tries to eat one he feels like his insides are on fire. But Cas loves them, and so Dean buys them whenever he goes to the grocery store. Cas has a horrible taste in snacks.
Dean gets a bright smile from Cas when he passes him the bag of chips, and Dean notices that Castiel is wearing that hideous blue-and-green striped sweater again. It’s the kind of sweater that makes a person want to stab out their eyes, but it’s Cas’ favorite, and Dean doesn’t have the heart to tell him how ugly it is. Cas has a horrible taste in clothing.
Halfway through the movie, Cas slides closer to Dean, snuggles into Dean’s side, and starts peppering sweet little kisses up and down Dean’s neck. Dean can’t help but smile. In Dean’s opinion, Cas also has a horrible taste in boyfriends. But Dean is grateful for that, and every day he thanks his lucky stars that Cas wants to be with him of all people.