[ Cas just shrugs at the accusation, twisting the end of the joint between his fingers before bringing it to his lips, lighting up, and inhaling deeply. His head tilts back, but he watches Dean, not so much to make sure he's eating anymore as just because Dean is there, in front of him, to watch. It's more calming than the weed, which burns in Cas's lungs. Smoke seeps out of his lips in wisps as he asks, still curious. ]
So Sam always wanted a dog growing up. That's it?
[ It must have some kind of real significance for Dean to go through all the extra trouble of another trip to the summoning stones for it. ]
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So Sam always wanted a dog growing up. That's it?
[ It must have some kind of real significance for Dean to go through all the extra trouble of another trip to the summoning stones for it. ]