"You love me," Seamus said, the words accompanied by a casual shrug. Ridiculous or not, he knew it was true. They'd long grown out of the teenage boy stage of being embarrassed to say such things. "Wouldn't be me if I weren't ridiculous." He grinned, because he loved to see Dean laugh, especially when he'd caused it. He loved to make anyone laugh, really, but Dean most of all.
He poured them two glasses of lemonade, leaving Dean's on the counter, before settling himself on the sofa and reaching for his plate. He scattered a few chips on the cushion beside him in the process, but quickly picked them up and stuffed them all into his mouth at once to make room for Dean beside him. "I decided wha' 'o do for my bi'thday," he mumbled through the chips.