Sam’s deep sigh could be heard on the other side of the bunker, “Dean, would it kill you to learn a little bit about the internet?” He asked, closing the laptop, “Dating sites don’t count.”
“They’re on the internet aren’t they?” Dean countered, Sam simply glared at him. “It’s not like you can’t fix it,” Dean muttered, Sam’s face darkened, Dean nodded, “Which I appreciate.”
“Also where’s this energy for Cas? Or Jack?”
Sam had his eyes closed, already calculating how long this is going to take to fix, “If you don’t want the kid to be evil, him staying away from the internet is a good thing,” Sam said, reopening his eyes he shrugged, “and you couldn’t handle Cas and his emoticons.”
“I didn’t even know half of those emojis existed,” Dean said, pointing a finger at Sam, “Which is what they should be called, emojis.”
“That wasn’t my doing,” Sam reminded him, muttering, “but it was endearing.”
Dean heard it nonetheless and rolled his eyes, “A puppy is endearing Sam, an ancient angel not knowing how to text is far from that.”
“Or an ancient brother who still falls for scam links.” Sam shot back. Dean opened his mouth with annoyance clear on his face, Sam waited for the retort but Dean looked away having nothing.
Sam watched his brother’s face clearly, before it erupted, “Also! I’m barely four years older than you!”
Sam smiled, “All I heard was you admitting to being old.”
