“Oi, knucklehead.” Cas couldn’t be bothered with remembering his sister’s boyfriend’s (well kind of ex boyfriend kind of sort of not on again off again trainwreck of a relationship he may as well get use to) name at this point in the morning. “Hot choc for Eliza, Clari’s stupid espresso drink, and straight large coffee for you and the blonde idiot?” At least Gal wasn’t the idiot, today. He was trying, gods love him.
@notthedyingtype get his grumpy sort of future brother in law













