“Sammy.” Dean looked up from his book, and tried to make eye contact with Sam. They were sat in dim lighting in the motel room, the stale air choking the will out of them.
The younger brother sighed, and let his head fall. “Yes Dean-“
“I hate research.”
“Yes Dean, I know, I hate research too, but we need to know what we’re dealing with!” Sam said, getting irritated easily after five solid hours of words on old pages.
“I find it quite enjoyable,” Cas said. He was sitting cross legged on the bed, reading a book like it was a bedtime story. “I understand now why Metatron loved it so much.”
Dean looked at what Cas was reading. “Find anything out about the case?”
Castiel looked up only for a short second at Dean, as if remembering why he’s reading. “Yes, it’s another,” he cut himself off and closed his eyes, like if he wasn’t looking at the boys he would keep his dignity. “It’s the wampire you fought, Dean.”
Sam and Dean exchanged quick and annoyed glances, before Dean turned back to Cas. “And how long have you known this, Cas?”
Without looking from his book Cas answered. “I remembered when I started reading what the lore had said last time. But I got so involved in the story,” Cas cut himself off.
The Winchester’s sat in stunned silence. Sam looked exasperated, while Dean only looked at Cas like he should’ve known this would happen.
“Cas?” Dean said, and Castiel lift his head to look at Dean. “You should’ve told us before we did five hours of research, buddy.”
Cas looked down, but not at his book. “I apologize.”
“It’s alright Cas, look, now we know what we’re dealing with, we know how to kill it, let’s track it down.” Sam suggest, but Dean was slamming his book closed and going to the fridge. “No.” He opened his beer and cheered Sam, chugging it down.
They picked up the books and put them away, only putting Cas’ away when he was finished with it.
Dean and Cas got in their bed, and Sam in the other one. “God I hate research.” Dean said, hugging Cas close.
“We know Dean,” Sam said, yawning.
“We know,” Cas finished, as the group fell asleep, tons of useless information swimming through their minds, and a werepire to catch.
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