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It was new year's eve in the bunker and the Winchesters, together with Castiel, were deep in conversation, schooling Jack in the matter of new year's resolutions.
Castiel had suggested that the best way to demonstrate the concept to Jack would be for he and the Winchesters to make resolutions and, much to Dean's displeasure, stick to them.
Sam was totally on board with the idea; of course he was, Dean thought, the guy's life was one long resolution. And when Sam suggested giving up beer for the whole of January, Dean seriously had to think back to remember if he'd ever dropped him on his head as a baby.
Castiel thought hard. Choosing a resolution was not so easy for the angel as he neither ate, drank, or experienced cravings as humans did. Eventually he settled on promising to help Sam with the laundry at least once a week.
Dean thought long and hard, he wasn't in the habit of making resolutions, but he reluctantly accepted that he had to send the right message to Jack.
"Okay," he announced proudly, "I'm giving up giving up things."
Castiel stared, "But Dean, that's …"
"Shut up Cas. Don't confuse Jack now."
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