Slinging bags onto the kitchen counter, Dean calls, "Hey," over his shoulder at the sound of footsteps. "I thought we'd do something fun tonight." He turns with a grin, waving a jar of salsa, but the tacos announcement that was meant to follow dies swiftly in his mouth at the look on Castiel's face.

"Cas," he gets out, one hand outstretched and the other reaching for the sword at his back.