It was a boring day in the Bunker. There were no hunts anywhere nearby for once. It was a very, very rare day off for the boys. Dean was hanging out on the couch, watching some Dr. Sexy, MD (obviously), and Sam was in the library reading about mythology or whatever (Dean didn't really know nor did he care; it was his day off too, you know).

Dean sighed, then slouched further into the couch, engulfing himself in pillows. His eyes slowly drifted closed. He was ready for a nap.

"Hello, Dean."

Dean bolted upright at the sound of Cas's voice. "Cas, what're you doing here?"

"I found something on the computer that I think we should try."

Dean blinked. "Like what? Please don't tell me it was porn."

"No, it wasn't- it's called 'messy twister'. I have procured the necessary items for this game."

Cas set a Twister box and four cans of paint on the floor. The paint cans were four colors: red, yellow, green, and blue, just like the Twister board. He opened the box and spread out the board before applying corresponding paint dollops to each of the spots. The spinner lay on the side, away from the potential disaster zone.

"Would you like to play, Dean?" Cas asked, waiting for a response.

"Sure, I don't see why not." Dean replied, getting up from the couch.

Cas and Dean positioned themselves above the glorified Twister board. "Do you want to go first or should I?" Cas asked, gesturing to the board.

"We can Rock-Paper-Scissors for it." Dean suggested, holding out his hands.

"Alright. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot." Cas threw rock, and Dean (as per usual) threw scissors.

"Why do I always throw scissors?" He groaned, picking up the spinner and flicking it.

"Red, left foot." Dean read, before stepping into the red paint on the nearest dot. He squirmed at the feeling of paint between his toes before handing the spinner to Cas, who flicked it.

"Green, right foot." Cas stepped into the green, unaffected by the odd sensation.

The spinner went back to Dean. "Blue, left hand."

The game continued for a while, the two of them moving around in harmony, as if they were dancing.

That is, until it was Dean's move again. The spinner spun, and the end result was quite... amusing.

"Yellow, right hand." Dean silently gulped.

There were no open yellow spots.

The closest one was where Cas's right hand was.

Dean was about to fall over. If he did, he'd lose.

All or nothing, I guess. Dean thought as he wobbled dangerously before putting his hand on top of Cas's. Cas looked up at him.

"Dean?" He asked, pulling the confused puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah, what?"

"Your hand is on top of mine."

"Yeah, I know."

There was a pregnant pause before someone spoke.

"I like it, Dean."

Dean blinked in surprise. "You… you do?"

"Yes, Dean. Very much." Cas smiled at him.

The way the two were positioned was quite questionable. Cas was somehow holding himself up upside-down, facing the ceiling. Dean was practically on top of him, awkwardly putiting all his weight on his left hand. His legs couldn't support any weight; he was in a half side-split. Dean's face loomed over Cas's.

"So, you wouldn't mind if I did this?" Dean leaned down.

And kissed Castiel.

The kiss was tentative and soft, as if Dean was afraid of what Cas would do. How he would respond.

Cas responded, alright.

With tongue.

Unfortunately, the kiss had unbalanced the Winchester, and he fell on top of Cas.

Dean groaned as he picked himself up off the angel.

"Are you alright, Dean?" Cas asked from the Twister board.

"Yeah. Are you?"

"Yes, Dean. I believe I am better than alright."

Dean helped Cas up off the floor. Looking him over, he laughed. Cas was completely covered in paint.

"We're both a mess. Let's go clean up."

"Alright."

"You know what, Cas? That was fun. We should do that again sometime."

"I agree completely."

The two cleaned up the board, packed it away, and headed of to the showers, hand in hand.

Little did they know, Sam was hiding with a camera and had recorded the entire game.