Humming contentedly, Castiel just soaks in the atmosphere for a little longer. He nibbles his bread roll, and appreciates the family time like it's his own. Like he's meant to be here, which of course he isn't. If this all existed, then Castiel wouldn't have come into their lives at all.

But it's okay. It's a dream, and dreams don't have to make sense. Ones like this, Castiel has decided, don't have to make any sense at all, and he'd learned that a long time ago, watching Dean's dreams. They could just be enjoyable for the sake of being enjoyable. That was okay.

Castiel pulls himself up and forward, lifting the casserole dish away from both of them insistently.

"If you can't play nicely with each other," he reprimanded. "Then neither of you can have the yams. Perhaps I'll eat them all myself."