"Awesome," Dean nodded as he made his way back, settling himself back on to the couch, before gesturing him to have a seat. "I'm starving. And Cas cooks all this health food crap. I haven't had a decent meal since before I landed in the hospital."

He cringed inwardly as soon as he said it, but it was the truth. He didn't want his brother feeling worse about this whole mess when really there wasn't a choice at all.