BRING ME MORE THINGS LIKE THIS.
I LOVE IT. WE ALL DESERVE A LITTLE TREAT TODAY.
Sam is pissed, because now he’s always the last to find out about the important stuff. And not so important, too, he’s just the last one to find out about anything these days.
He never catches them talking on the phone, even though he knows they do, but once in a while there’s that quiet buzz in Dean’s pocket, that makes him all jumpy and exited, and Sam just knows who the message is from.
He asks once, out of courtesy, and Dean waves him off and mutters that it’s Cas, like texting with the angle of the lord is no biggie. He totally ignores the second question, too, never reveals the subject of their conversation. Sam never asks again.
The neutral “Castiel” at some point gets replaced by shorter but also cozier “Cas”.
One day the screen of Dean’s phone lights up with another notification and there’s a photo of Cas that Sam has never seen before, with a ridiculous white cowboy hat on, a little sheepish smile and a cute blush painting his cheeks. Sam wonders once again, but never asks.
When Sam calls to tell Cas about their recent case, the angel cuts him off and goes straigh to the point. He rarely needs to hear the whole story anymore, no matter how long he’s been gone, he’s always all caught up.
Sam wonders how the hell Dean manages to drop him a message when they literally just a minute ago were running for their life, or elbow deep in some creatures’ blood, or mid conversation with each other, but then, after another close call in the vamp nest, he sees it.
Dean, silent for a brief moment, with eyes shut and lips moving in a silent prayer. And the penny drops.
Since he knows what to be looking for, he starts noticing it more often. Everything even in the slightest interesting or exiting is instantly passed on to the angel. The secret channel is mostly used for the good news or the funny stuff, as if Dean couldn’t wait another hour to share his ridiculous stories with Cas.
One day, when it’s the other way around, Dean gone and Cas staying back at the bunker, Sam almost brings himself to ask about this little thing they have going on. He clears his throat, looking for the best words to start with.
But then the angel smiles, at the first sight as with no apparent reason, and looks up at him.
“Dean got the pie,” Cas says, still smiling fondly, and grabs his phone to type a reply. “Should I tell him to get anything for you from the store?”
“No, that’s fine.” Sam breaks into a smile. “I have everything I need.”
And the best part is, he knows these two do too.
