Loft Above Luke's, Saturday Morning

[6buckstohisname]

Dean had warned Bobby off from visiting the island this weekend with what was happening the week prior. Though it had earned him one hell of a sigh over the phone and a muttered 'I ain't dead, boy.' that would cause Dean so much trauma when he actually thought about it

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[lovemykilt]

Warning his guests against showing up on sex week. Now why didn't Priestly think of that?

Not that he was complaining, mind you. He'd had a fairly energetic and frankly acrobatic night, after all. Which would be why he actually made it past the couch on the way to the kitchen before he registered what he actually saw there.

"Dude. Who the fuck are you and why are you staring at my roommate while he sleeps?"

[badassbutt]

"I am Castiel," said Cas, who made no move to either explain his presence or why he was practically sitting on top of the roommate in question. "You bear a remarkable resemblance to Dean."

[6buckstohisname]

You are just so freakin' lucky that Dean didn't stab you or something, Cas. So lucky. He shot up at the voices, hand under his pillow for the knife there.

"Cas? Dude, personal space."

He was not awake enough for this conversation.

[badassbutt]

Cas looked down at the couch and stood. Now he was invading Priestly's space.

"He's not your twin," he observed. "Yours was a single birth."