Dean stands in the backyard with the beleaguered look of a man who doesn't know what else to do in the face of his husband's newest really terrible plan. He's a little drunk by the time he starts the barbecue, helping himself to slices of cheese before he sets them atop the burgers to melt. Over the top of Castiel's head, he can see someone headed towards the yard, and he raises his beer in greeting.

"Welcome to the shitshow," he says. "All evidence to the contrary, shirts are not optional. Cheeseburger or plain?"