ID: 1a. Sam and Dean sitting on an orange leather two-seater couch, Dean holding a bottle of beer on his knee while handing Sam another, which he takes with two fingers around the neck. Dean asks, "Hey, you know how any time you sit next to Cas the air gets really weird? The other day-" "What?" Sam interrupts, looking up at Dean curiously. "What do you mean, weird?" Dean furrows his brow and explains, "Like...electric. And warmer than usual. You never noticed?" 1b. Close up, Sam in the foreground huffing out a small laugh as he replies "No. Can't say that's ever happened to me." Dean squints at him suspiciously, parroting, "What? Never?" 1c. Chest up of them side by side. Sam lifts his beer to his lips with a smirk and peers Dean from the corner of his eye. "Maybe it's your 'profound bond'," he teases, making air quotes around 'profound bond' with his free hand. Dean glares at him, pinks slightly flushed, and just responds "Dude." Sam teases further, "Do you get butterflies in your tummy, too?" 1d. Zoom back out to knee-height. Sam snorts and chokes slightly on a mouthful of beer as Dean thwacks him on the shoulder with a loose fist. Cheeks fully red, Dean whines back "Shut up! It's just, like, weirdo grace backwash or something. Not my fault you can't feel it."
2a. View shifts to the right as Sam stands from the couch and crosses to Dean's other side to walk out of frame, rolling his eyes with an amused smile. Dean remains seated, right arm along the back of the couch and right gesturing with his beer as he cranes his head back to gripe at Sam's retreating back. He says, "Your instincts gotta be screwed up, okay? Nothin' to do with me." 2b. Zoom in on Dean's side of the couch, the other half now no longer in frame. Dean faced forward again and takes a sip from his beer, grumbling "Jeez..." to himself. There is a flapping sound. Without changing position or turning to look, Dean pipes up, "Hey, Cas." 2c. Zoom out to knee-high, the full couch now visible with Cas sitting on the other cushion, fists perched respectfully on his knees. He half turns his head toward Dean and says "Hello. What were you talking about?" Dean sighs "Nothin', Cas. Don't worry about it," and raises the hand that was stretched along the back of the couch to give Cas a friendly slap on the back. Cas doesn't move an inch. 2d. Zoom far out, the couch with Dean and Cas now small in the bottom left corner. Dean, arm still stretched out behind Cas, turns to him and asks "Just- If you were doing any freaky angel crap to me, you'd tell me, right?" Cas turns his impassive face forward and replies, "Of course, Dean." In the empty space of the rest of the frame, we can now see two massive intangible wings in glowing white and blue sprouting from Cas's back, one dragging the ground beside him and the other wrapped around Dean's shoulders like a protective lover. Two more pairs, lined in white and less visible than the first, fan out behind even larger, rainbow-tinted feathers flying loose everywhere. /end ID
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