Sam flipped quietly through his book as he sat at the table in the library of the men of letters bunker. It had been quiet these last couple of days and he was enjoying the chance to do a little reading.

Castiel was borrowing Sam's computer seating at the table with him. Castiel's mate Angel was sitting beside him reading her own book. Dean was listening to tape his headphones loud enough that the others could hear Metallica blaring through them.

Angel sighed. "Dean, could you turn your music down?"

"What?" Dean said looking up at the silver eyed angel.

"I can't concentrate with your music so loud," Angel said, slightly annoyed.

"Well I like Metallica so you can just suck it," Dean said before putting his headphones on again and turning the music up. Angel's hands clenched around her book and she began to shake slightly attempting to hold in her anger.

"Dean," Castiel said.

Dean sighed pulling his head phone off again, "dude can you explain to your girl the rules about music," he expected that Cass was going to take Angel's side of the argument.

"Dean why do these people believe we are a boat?" Castiel asked him making Sam look up from his book confused.

Angel even gave Castiel a weird look.

Dean got up and walked over to look at the screen. "What are you talking about?"

Sam was also curious as to the site that Castiel was on since it was his computer after all. He moved around the table to look at too. It was some website for the book series that Chuck had wrote. Cass was on the link to the fanfiction part of the site.

"They are calling us a ship, why do they have they mistaken us for a boat?" Castiel asked again.

Angel flushed with a mix of anger, embarrassment, and humor. Dean's face also flushed and he sputtered.

Sam was laughing a hand resting on the table; this made Dean glare at him.

"What does dad think he is doing?" Angel barked out in anger.

"I don't believe Father was responsible for these people's confusion."

"Uh, Cass you're right. These are made by other people," Dean said, unsure how to explain what a shipping was.

Angel rolled her eyes, knowing she was going to have to tell him. "A shipping is where you two are a couple."

"Are we not?" Castiel's understand of English terms was still rather poor.

This question caused Sam to laugh again.

Angel and Dean glared at him before turning their attention back to Castiel. "Well, Castiel, it's more of a relationship like, uh," Angel couldn't finish so Dean helped her out.

"It's like a relationship you and Angel have."

Cass looked back the computer screen, "they must be very confused," he sounded sympathetic.

Angel smiled and kissed Castiel. "I think they are dear, we will just have to show them," she said, playing with his tie. Dean blushed and looked away from the two of them.

Sam covered his eyes with a hand still chuckling slightly.

Castiel kissed her back, "I am unsure how we would do that, could explain please?"

"I will," Angel smirked before whispering something in his ear.

The faintest blush crept into his vessel's cheeks. He took her hand and they both stood up, Cass's eyes had become a darker shade of blue. "I believe Dean and Sam would like us to leave the room before we do that."

Angel winked at the boys before they left.

"Damn angels."