"I can't believe I got talked into this," Dean slung his backpack over his shoulder and closed the trunk. "We could've done something normal like bowling but no! We go to a friggin' nerd convention!"
"Dean, stop lying to yourself. You're a huge nerd, too, admit it!"
"No. No way,"
"Why not?" Sam followed Dean around the Impala and got in the passenger seat.
"Because it's not true! There!"
"Not true?" Sam scoffed. "What about that William Shatner-Captain Kirk doll you spent unnecessary amounts of time with in your room when you were a teenager?"
Dean started the car and swallowed. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Sam chuckled looking out the window. "Sure you don't. Yet, the doll on your shelf begs to differ."
Dean groaned. "It's not a doll, it's an action figure! It's one of the most realistic of it's kind and only 25 were made!"
"Uh-huh, yeah. You have no idea what I'm talking about," Sam rolled his eyes, buckling his seatbelt. "Hey, by the way, what's taking Cas and Gabriel so long?"
"I dunno, they're probably putting their make-up on or something girly like that," Dean shrugged and slid his hands around the steering wheel of his car. He tuned the radio to his favorite station.
Sam immediately spun the volume knob all the way down, grinning right at Dean.
Dean punched Sam in the shoulder grinning right back at him.
"Whoa! Glad you guys didn't leave without me!" Gabriel shook his golden hair of the fallen snow from outside and slumped down into the leather seats of the Impala. "Cas c'mon!" Gabriel called.
Castiel scurried down the driveway and hopped into the backseat next to Gabe. He gasped just as he got inside, shutting the door quickly. "It is very cold outside."
Gabriel sighed. "No need to state the obvious, Cas."
"But don't you agree that it is very cold outside?"
"Of course it's like negative fifteen out there!" Gabriel scowled at Castiel and folded his arms.
Castiel shook his head and urged Dean to back out of the driveway.
It was just a year after Sam and Gabriel attended their first convention together. And with all the attention they got for cosplaying as Sherlock and John, it was almost definite that they would go again next year; but this time they brought Dean and Castiel along.
"This coat is even itchier than last year," Sam complained. He poofed up his curly hair and turned his coat collar up.
Dean groaned. "Stop being a whiny bitch."
"You stop being a whiny bitch," Sam shot back, punching him in the arm.
"Ladies please -" Gabriel gave a toothy grin and leaned forward to kiss Sam on the back of the neck. "Blegh! You taste like hairspray."
"Yeah, because you literally sprayed like two cans on me!" Sam snapped. "And why are you tasting me? What are you? Hannibal?"
"Aw, shut up Sam," Gabriel wrinkled his nose. He noticed Castiel, staring out the window his hands folded neatly in his lap. "Cas why're ya so quiet? I'd think that you would be the most excited person to be going - besides me of course - because of those huge-ass posters you have when you were younger of Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint - oh! And Tom Felton. Jesus, you always seemed to be staring at that one -"
"Gabriel," Castiel warned. He turned his head to face Gabriel, an icy look on his face.
"Just playin' bro," He nudged his arm playfully.
"I do not wish for you to play with me anymore," Castiel stated coldly.
"Quit bothering Cas, Gabe," Dean looked at Gabriel through the rearview mirror, "do I have to come back there?"
"No Father," Gabriel mocked, sticking his tongue out.
"Dick," Dean muttered, pulling the Impala into the convention center parking lot. He eyed the price per hour to park and gasped. "$20 an hour?!"
"Shut up, Dean. Just pay it," Sam leaned his face against the cool glass window and watched several people in costume walking up to the convention center.
"Fine fine," Dean took out his wallet and murmured things like "this is ridiculous" and "so not worth it".
"Cassie look!" Gabriel pulled on Castiel's arm and kept yelling his name.
Castiel turned his head and looked to where Gabriel had been directing him to. "I do not see anything special." He squinted and tilted his head.
"No you idiot, over there," Gabriel placed his hands forcefully on Castiel's face and turned his head a couple degrees to the right. Castiel finally saw it.
"Is that John Darnelle?" Castiel leaned over Gabriel to get a better view. "He-he's the creator of Burger Town!"
"What in the fucking hell is Burger Town?" Dean asked, finally finding a spot to park. He turned off the Impala and immediately spun around to give a questioning look at Castiel.
"My favorite restaurant," Castiel looked down and blushed. "They also have an excellent Internet cartoon that is on every Friday."
"Well how come I've never heard of it?" Dean opened the door of the Impala and stepped out.
Castiel joined Dean. "They just opened last summer."
Gabriel pushed himself between Dean and Castiel. "See Cas? I told you that you would find something here to your liking!" He slapped Castiel hard on the back. "This is wonderful! Now everyone's happy!"
"Yeah, sure, everyone," Dean fell behind so Sam could catch up with the rest of the group.
"Dean," Sam raised an eyebrow as a warning and strode past Dean. Dean sighed keeping a careful eye on Sam as he took Gabriel's hand in his.
"At least wait up!" Dean called. He ran ahead to his boyfriend, friend and brother.
Castiel was standing right outside the center (Sam and Gabriel had probably already gone inside). He motioned for him to come closer. "Dean, tell me the truth; are you happy to be attending this?"
"Hmm... are you?"
"Yes, but it seems quite overwhelming,"
"Okay. I'll agree with you on that," Dean shrugged then nodded. "But I'm really not all that happy about going. I'm just okay, I guess."
"That's fine. I just wanted to know," Castiel shrugged. He gently pressed his lips to Dean's cheek and intertwined his fingers with his. "I believe Sam and Gabriel are waiting for us at the 'Check-In'."
Dean smiled. "What are we waiting for?"