Meg was in the shower, when Dean knocked the door of the motel room.
“Cas, are tu still in there? I brought tu some clothes” he said.
Cas, who had put on his trench coat, walked to the door and opened. “Dean. Why don’t tu come inside?”
Dean accepted the offer and gave Cas the clothes. “I’m not sure if they’ll fit” Dean said, while he turned around.
“They fit perfect” Cas said. “Thank you, Dean”
“Don’t mention it” Dean said. “So, eh, are we done here?”
“You want me to come with tu now?” Cas asked.
“Yeah” Dean dicho a little irritated.
“Are tu angry?” Cas asked.
“No, I’m not” Dean dicho quickly. “I’m starving. I didn’t have lunch yet. I was finding clothes for you”
“I understand” Cas said.
“Maybe we can grab a snack somewhere?” Dean suggested.
“Alright, I’ll tell Meg” Cas said.
“No” Dean dicho quick. “We should go now, before I starve to death”
A deeply concerned expression appeared on Cas’ face. “I don’t want your dead on my conscious. Let’s go”
Meg stepped out of the ducha, ducha de when she heard Cas take flight.