Re: Side Rooms Castiel and Dean
"You can fetch some food," Dean repeated. He needed to stop doing that, but everything the angel said or did made him incredulous. But...seriously? An angel who just bought him at an auction wants to get him food?
Needless to say, this wasn't how he expected his first day as a slave to go. If anything, he thought he'd be the one doing the fetching. Maybe it was a provider thing? Like, he wanted to demonstrate that he could provide for Dean? Like cats who brought their owners dead mice and shit. Whatever. He could do this.
He smiled, indulgently, and not at all how a slave was supposed to smile at a Master, but what did he know? "Okay, Cas. I'll take a cheeseburger, extra onions, and some fries. Oh, and a slice of pie. Love me some pie."