That's the strange, almost funny thing about dreams: no one is unwelcome in an atmosphere like this. Everyone is family, and it doesn't matter at all if Castiel feels like he might be intruding on something that doesn't belong to him. It's something that Sam has always appreciated about his mother, her ability to welcome anyone into her home and to her table as though they had always been part of the family.

And Castiel is more than welcome here.

Sam blinks a few times, almost owlishly when the dish between him and his brother is taken away from them – and Dean goes so far as to shoot him an incredulous look, brows furrowed sharply above narrowed eyes, the embodiment of how dare you without saying as much. Sam himself doesn't say anything, but Mary has to duck her head in order to hide the smallest of smiles.

"I'm going to have to agree with him," she says with a fair bit of amusement.

Both boys wither.