After being friends with the guy since for fucking ever, Dean never would have thought that he would get a crush on his best friend. Or that he would ever realise that he had a crush on him. Nor did he ever think he would have a gay panic attack in his early twenties. But well, apparently life had other ideas for him and all of that did happen and when it did, he didn't have his best friend to fall back on. Because his best friend was in the hospital because of him, fighting for his life.

A few months ago...

"Deannn! WAKE UP DEAN! WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!"

Dean mumbled something on the lines of "first day of holidays, Cas" which Cas didn't hear through the closed door. Even if he had heard it, what Dean said was muffled by the pillow and he wouldn't have been able to understand what Dean said.

Castiel pounded on Dean's door, creating a ruckus that Dean's hungover brain could not tolerate this early in the morning. With a groan and a throbbing head, Dean turned towards his clock and saw that it was 10.30 am. Right as Dean ay back down, Cas crashed open his door and climbed on the bed, shouting even louder with a shit eating grin plastered on his face. Bastard. He knew Dean was hungover and still he thought it was a good idea to be loud. That meant only one thing. War.

Ignoring the various protests made by Dean's body, Dean sat up and tackled Cas to the bed and climbed on top of him. After being inseparable, attached by the hip, and a various other phrases called by people over the years, since they were still in their diapers, Dean knew exactly what weaknesses Cas had. Being ticklish was one of them, right at the top.

Dean began to tickle Cas' sides, his feet, his calf and any other ticklish spots he could reach while sitting on top of his friend.

They goofed around for a bit until Cas surrendered, and then Dean got up to get himself a glass of water and some Ibuprofen or something before he puked out his guts. Tickle fights while being hungover was a shitty idea.

After he was done puking for the time being, Dean went into the kitchen where Cas was preparing him Bacon and Eggs with a large glass of Orange Juice. The trademark Hangover Cure. After having gulped down half the juice and having eaten some of his eggs, Dean realised that anyone who knew Cas even for a week knew that Cas couldn't cook anything to save his life. As the realisation struck Dean, he stopped eating and went into the kitchen to see what was wrong.

Shit. Sam. Sam was coming that day and Dean had completely forgotten about that. Dean had promised to pick him up from the airport and yet here Sam was, cooking in the kitchen, trying to keep Cas away from the stove so as to avoid burning the house down. Sam had just said something that cracked Cas up, his eyes crinkling as he threw his head back and laughed a rare laugh that Dean loved to see on his best friend. Dean smiled as he clapped his much taller but smaller brother on the back.

"Hey Sammy, have a nice flight?"

Sam looked at him with an amused smile and replied, "Yes, Dean. You have a nice nap?" clearly referring to the part where Dean was nursing a hangover instead of picking his brother up from the airport.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

Dean laughed along with his brother and gave him a man hug, complete with the pat on his back, as he asked, "So how did you know I won't come to get you?"

"Your husband here,-" he pointed towards Cas, as Dean gave him a dirty look, "- told me you drank too much last night so I figured I'd have to come myself."

"He's not my husband, Sammy. Cut it." Dean told him, seeing clearly that Cas always got uncomfortable when people teased them like that.

"Sure, Dean." Sam replied with a smile that was too innocent to mean anything good.

"So, moving on," Cas said, dragging on the 'so', "How's school Sam? Any girl we should know of? Or guy who's intentions we need to ask?"

Sam spluttered on air at the unexpected turn of conversation and shook his head, "No. No one you guys need to torture, yet."

Cas and Dean looked at each other and exchanged a small smile. It was so easy to get Sam to choke on air.

The rest of the day was spent by the three of them teasing each other and having a laugh at the expense of someone, just like it was before Dean and Cas left for college. Dean didn't realise how much he had missed hanging out with his brother and his best friend until just then.

Dean was making them some dinner and teasing Cas about having the talent to burn a pot of boiling water when someone rang the doorbell. Confused, Dean looked at Cas, whose brow was furrowed in confusion as he squinted his eyes and tried to figure out who it could be. Both Dean and Cas came to the realisation at the same moment just before Sam opened the door.

"Gabriel." They said together.

Gabriel was Cas' twin brother. A total pain in Dean's ass. Gabe was nicknamed The Trickster for a good reason. He loved playing pranks on people, most of all on Dean. And Dean had forgotten that he was also spending the holidays with them. Dean did not like Gabe, thank you very much, and would much rather spend time with only his brother than with both of their brothers. Whenever Sam and Gabe came together, they made it a point to play pranks on Dean and Cas all day long (last time Dean was removing glitter from parts he didn't know he had until a week after they left. It was not at all funny), and tease them of being married, which was very much untrue.

Before they could do anything about it (not there was much they could do anyway), Sam had opened the door and let Gabe in.

"Well, Hello there. Who do we have here, Sammoose? Isn't he someone I'd climb like a tree." Gabe said to Sam with a lewd wink. Sam turned fifty different shades of pink at the flirtations, making Dean and Cas laugh out loud.

Dean turned to look towards Cas who was already looking at him with an amused look. This might just turn out to be a fun visit.