Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Don't own them
There are friends and then there is Castiel.
"Can't move," Dean groaned, stretching out across the couch and gifting Sam with an uninterrupted view of his grossly swollen belly protruding between his straining T-shirt and his undone jeans.
“That was one epic Christmas meal,” he slurred.
“Not that I saw much of it,” Sam snorted.
“Whad’ya mean,” Dean grinned; “I let you have all the broccoli.”
Sam’s eyes flicked to Dean’s bulging midriff. “When’s it due?”
He grinned at Dean’s returning scowl; “appropriate really, seeing as you were just eating for two.”
“I forgot Cas doesn’t eat,” Dean replied; “didn’t wanna waste anything after I cooked three helpings.”
“So it’s his fault,” he added, pointing to the bemused angel with an affectionate grin.
Sam burrowed back into his armchair; “it was a great meal, Dean, I’m stuffed too.”
“Feels good, don’ it Sammy; we’ve gone hungry for too many Christmases. It’s awesome to just be fat for a few days.”
Within minutes both Winchesters were gently snoring, sleeping off their mighty feast.
Castiel stood up and stretched before strolling into the kitchen. Reaching into the cookie jar, he snagged a blueberry muffin.
“Angels can eat, Dean,” he murmured to himself he munched contentedly; “but not when their friends need it more.”