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“Scoot over.” Dean tossed his duffel onto the bed beside Castiel.
“Why?”
“That’s my side.”
Cas frowned. “What makes it yours?”
“Because I said so.” Dean dug through his bag for clothes.
Cas stood, reluctantly vacating the spot. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“Doesn’t matter. Door side’s mine.”
Sighing, Cas moved around to the other side of the bed.
“You’re being irrational.”
“Yeah? And you’re being a pain in the ass.”
“I am an angel of the Lord,” Cas said, with unruffled dignity.
Dean glanced over, unimpressed. “Yeah, well, tonight you’re an angel sleeping on the left side of the bed.”
THE END