Do you love coffee?
"Why are you drinking that black stuff? It looks... weird," Castiel asked, wondering.
"Because without this I would be sleeping now." Dean answered simply. "And it's not weird. It's delicious. Wanna taste?" He held out the cup to Cas.
"No thanks. It still looks weird..." Cas said with a grimace on his face.
The angel was watching Dean the whole night, while the hunter was drinking this black liquid. They were alone in the motel, waiting for Sam to come back from Bobby's. Dean didn't wanted to sleep so they were sitting next to the table facing each other and drinking coffee all night long.
"How does it taste?"
"A bit sour. However, I love it." Dean answered thoughtfully.
The angel now really didn't understand why Dean was drinking this. It was black. Black! Who drinks something that is black!? And bitter. How could coffee be good?
His curiosity won against his disgust.
"I would like to taste it." He sounded very determined.
"Sorry. Too late." Dean swallowed the last