You forgot he likes pie. That makes him give you a sideglance, eyebrows raised. He didn't think that would be an easy thing to forget about him. But then, there probably wasn't a whole lot of pie during the apocalypse. So you would have spent quite a bit of time around him with no access to pie.

That's actually a fairly sad thought, so he's glad when you kiss him, distract him. You shiver as you pull back, and he frowns a little. "Are you cold?"

Apparently, since you're getting your sweatshirt. He watches your shirt ride up a little as you lean over the back of the front seat and expose bare skin just above the waistband of your jeans, which are barely clinging to your hips. You're really skinny, Cas. No wonder you're cold.

He meets your eyes when you glance around, and isn't surprised when you say you'd rather go back. He leans down to gather up his shirt and jacket up when you clamber over the backrest, then looks up to meet your eyes and nods when you ask for a raincheck.

"Sure, Cas. Don't worry about it." They can grab a burger whenever. Shirt and jacket in hand, he exits the car to slide around back into the front seat. The cold bites into his exposed skin, and he quickly shrugs his layers back on before he gets into the driver's seat next to you.

"It's really friggin' cold out there." He blows on his fingers, shudders once before he looks back over at you. "You okay? You should've said something if you were cold."

Without waiting for a reply, he puts the car in reverse and starts to back her up to the street. Meets your eyes as he turns around to see where he's going, and gives you a a slightly lascivious smile. "Let's get ourselves warmed up, all right?"