Dean turns the DVD case over in his hand, eyeing the princess's long hair, and barks out a laugh. "They made a frickin' movie about Sam's hair, Cas, this is awesome. Let's get this baby started so I can tease him out of his long-tressed gourd."

Cas is frowning down at the laptop on the hotel table. They'd realized when they tried to bring the portable DVD player with its two screens in from the car that they didn't have the proper cord to plug it in inside. Which left Claire's laptop to watch Tangled on, as Cas and Claire were adamant they wanted to watch it tonight and Dean was secretly kind of curious. "I'm not sure how we are going to watch on this. It may be too small for all of us to be able to see."

"Omg, Cas," Claire says, taking hold of the laptop in her little arms. Dean exchanges a look with Cas, mouthing omg? "It's easy, look."

She dumps the laptop at the center of the bed, scrambling up onto it to peel the covers down. She settles in the center of the pillows and pats either side of the mattress beside her, imperiously. "You guys sit here." When they hesitate, she glares. "Come on, I wanna watch!"

Cas obeys, climbing onto the bed on Claire's other side. He pushes the pillows up to cushion as he leans back against the headboard. Claire flops backward against his chest, hard enough that he lets out an "oof!"

"You're too skinny, Cas," she complains. "Dean is softer."

Dean splutters at this. Cas is laughing into his hand, though, and that's worth everything and anything. He climbs onto the bed next to them, stretching his leg out so his socked toes brush Cas's bare ones behind the laptop.

Claire pats the space between her and Dean. "C'mon, Emma!"

Emma eyes them all uncertainly from where she's standing by the sink in her pajamas, a t-shirt and a pair of fuzzy red pants with puppies on them that Claire had picked out. For a minute, looking at the apprehension on her face, Dean slides to the edge of the bed and is about to push back off of it altogether.

But Emma surprises him. She crawls carefully to the space between him and Claire. She doesn't wriggle under the blankets the way Claire has, and she leaves a wide space between her and Dean, leaning close against Claire, but still. This is...way more than he expected. Or dared to hope.

Claire presses play. The movie starts, music playing. Cas rumbles, "You won't be able to see from there, Dean."

Dean hesitates at the edge of the bed, then eases carefully closer to the rest of them. He can see Emma' reflection in the momentarily dark screen, and her face looks tense but not alarmed, not like she's going to jackrabbit away. He keeps a little space between them but leans back into the headboard, lets himself lean against the pillow behind her.

"This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel, and it starts with the sun..."

- o -

It doesn't take long for Dean to start laughing. Because forget Sam; this Rapunzel, running around delighting over grass, of all things, is like a freakin' parody of Cas after he became human. "Dean. Look. There are five petals on this flower, Dean. Look. This flower hassixpetals, Dean."He'd been all wide-eyed and eager and in love with grass and butterflies and shit. "It's like they decided to make a movie about you, Cas."

"Strange," retorts Cas, "I was just contemplating how closely the heroine resembles you."

"Uh, no," says Dean, sitting up a little, but Claire, the little traitor, lets out a high peal of laughter and goes, "You do! You do!"

"No," Dean tries to correct her, but she's on a roll now: "And Cas is Eugene because he loves you, and I'm Maximus because I'm awesome, and Emma's the chameleon because she's quiet and little!"

Dean looks down just in time to see Emma making a face like I'm not that little, and it is a lot like the disgruntled faces the chameleon makes, so that Dean is laughing and ruffling her hair without thinking, and she just makes a disgruntled noise, and it's nothing but it's everything.

Everything.

- o -

Sometime while Dean's showering the next morning, Cas finds the time to log onto Claire's laptop and download what has to be every Disney movie soundtrack known to man. Dean doesn't find this out until they are actually in the Impala, pulling onto the interstate while it's still dark to drive the final four hours to Disney World. Cas plugs his iPod into the dock Sam had given him when he'd declared that if anyone would be able to drag Dean's car into this century it would be Cas, and "Part of Your World" fills the car. Claire starts singing along, and Emma kicks her feet in time to it. Dean mutters something grumpily about how if they're so energetic at four in the morning maybe one of them can drive. But it's more bark than bite because the tattoo Emma's feet are beating into the back of his seat in time to the music feels good, feels like the way she'd looked at him in the diner yesterday.

(That is not to say, however, that by the third time "Under the Sea" comes up on the playlist Dean doesn't propose loudly that Cas unhook the iPod so that Claire and Emma can watch Mulan on the DVD player before they get to the park.)

- o -

Once they're parked-"eighteen dollars?" Dean sputters. "To park a fucking car?"-and have their tickets, Cas heads toward the bank of park maps located near the bathrooms. Dean pulls off the messenger bag they'd dumped teen!Emma's stuff out of to make room for the day's supplies and sets it on a bench, digging out one of the cans of sunscreen. "All right, kiddos, spray time."

The girls ignore him. The bench is set against a circular hip-high wall surrounding a bush trimmed into a Mickey Mouse shape, and they've climbed onto it. Claire's chasing Emma around the circle shouting, "I'll make a maaaaaan out of yoooouuuu!"

Dean grins and leans against the bench for a second to take it in, the sound of his kids laughing and the fresh feeling of the morning, the nine o'clock sunlight and wide blue sky, the way it feels like he's looking at the world through a drop of water, clean and clear.

Then-after first glancing around to make sure there's no one he could possibly know nearby, just other tourists is fanny packs and pushing strollers-he goes, "Let's get down to business!" and grabs them both.

Claire explodes in delighted laughter, kicking the air as he holds them up. "To defeat the Huns!" she cries, and elbows him until Dean rumbles, "Did they send me daughters?"

"YES!" she shouts. Dean can't help but laugh as he sets them back on the wall, giving them Looks to make sure they stay put.

"Okay, daughters," he says. "Stay put so we can get some sunscreen on you. Arms up!"

Claire stretches her arms above her head like she's trying to reach the sky or something. Emma follows suit a beat behind, watching Claire to see how it's done. They're both wearing tank tops-apparently Florida didn't get the memo that it's fucking January, since it's like eighty degrees out-so Dean sprays them from pits to wrists. He still remembers the summer Sammy got sunburn under his arms and whined like a bitch for three days about how he couldn't lift his arms to help clean the guns because it hurt too bad.

Claire laughs at the sensation of the spray hitting her armpits, squirming, and Dean smiles again as he motions for them to turn around so he can spray the backs of their legs. Emma jumps when he sprays the back of her legs, a little breath escaping her, and suddenly Dean remembers that Lydia was ticklish behind her knees, too, the way she'd laughed sudden and loud when he'd drawn his mouth across the skin there.

For the first time, the memory of that night doesn't make him feel like throwing up. Just makes him feel...kind of grateful. Because no matter what else had happened, he wouldn't have gotten this, Emma and Claire and Cas, without that.

"Dean," Claire says, pulling him out of his thoughts. He blinks up at her. "You forgot our faces!"

Dean fakes a gasp. "I did!" He squirts a bunch of sunscreen into his hands, setting the can down on the bench, and rubs it sloppily on both their noses, grinning when Emma wrinkles hers under his palm and Claire laughs. "Ears, too." He pats some onto the shells of their ears, marveling again at how tiny they are, and smears the rest across their foreheads like that baboon did with Simba, though the reference is probably lost on them since they've only watched the princess movies so far. Lion King'll have to be the next one on the list, he decides. Cas'll like it, too, Zazu'll be right up his alley. Dean snickers to himself.

"You require sunscreen as well, you know," comes a voice from his side, and he turns to see Cas has returned, holding a sheaf of maps. He sets them down to pick up the can of sunscreen from the bench.

"I wanna do it!" Claire cries. She jumps down from the wall and takes the sunscreen from Cas. Dean sighs dramatically and holds his arms out at his sides.

Claire is...enthusiastic. Dean ends up having to stumble and cough his way out of the cloud of sunscreen, so thick he has to swipe it off his eyelashes. Emma's laughing fit to bust a gut now, jumping down from the wall to run back and forth through the cloud as Claire continues to spray it. They're going to use up all the sunscreen, and they're getting weird looks from the people around them, but Dean doesn't really care, chuckles as he swipes the excess sunscreen from his hands onto Cas's wrists, as Cas wipes the extra off his chin.

Dean's just wearing a t-shirt with his jeans, but Cas has got on a thin white button-up with the sleeves rolled up, so just his forearms need rubbing down with the sunblock, plus his head and neck. He obligingly inclines his head for Dean to get at the back of his neck with his screen-slimed hands. He's also nabbed a spare pair of Dean's aviators from the Impala's glove box, so Dean can see his own sunglassed reflection in the lenses, looking flushed and happy as he accidentallyrubs some of the sunblock into Cas's hair to spike up the way he likes. Cas retaliates by grabbing Dean's baseball cap off his head.

Dean squawks, snatching it back. "Dude, if you take this thing I will freckle so bad."

"And that is a bad thing why?" Cas says lowly as Dean shoves the cap back over his hair, and dude, come on, how is Dean supposed to concentrate on being at Disney when Cas is doing that with his voice?

He gives Cas a you are so in for it later look and grabs the assortment of maps to show the girls. They appear to have run out of sunscreen, if the cessation of the hissing spray can and the mournful way Claire is shaking it are any indication. Emma has stopped running to glare at the spray can in Claire's hand. Her nice neat ponytail, which Dean had spent like half an hour on that morning, is practically coated with sunscreen. Dean swipes it semi-clean with a sweep of his hand,and she blinks up at him with white eyelashes. He laughs and hands her off to Cas, who pulls a tissue from his pocket and crouches to pat delicately at her face as she wrinkles her nose again.

Claire climbs onto the bench and squirms under Dean's arm to look at the maps in his hand. "We want princess stuff!"

Emma nods fervently from where Cas is still rubbing her face.

"Cas, you good with princess stuff?"

"Of course, Dean." Cas finishes with Emma's face and throws the tissue into the trash can next to the bench. "There appear to be two ways for us to get there. Would the three of you prefer the ferry or the monorail?"

"Ferry," Claire says as Emma points at the monorail. Uh oh, Dean thinks as Emma lowers her arm, looking hesitant.

But Cas is squinting toward the ferry entrance. "It appears that the ferry has just departed. To save time, perhaps we should compromise and take the monorail now and the ferry when we return. Does this sound acceptable?"

Claire looks a little bummed, sticking out her lower lip, but she sighs, "Okay" long-sufferingly and grabs Emma's hand to pull her toward the monorail entrance. Dean resists the urge to reach for Cas's hand in turn as they head up the ramp, because the monorail isn't a plane, but it's not exactly solid ground, either.

Cas catches his hand anyway, like he knows what Dean's thinking. Dean shifts a little to keep it at least partly concealed by their sides because the last thing he wants is his family's first amusement park experience being screwed up by a "Mommy, why are those two guys holding hands?" But the chattering families around them don't seem to notice anything, and the monorail operator doesn't blink twice at his and Cas's joined hands as he gestures them into the waiting car.

It's still early enough that they get a whole compartment to themselves. Emma plasters her face against the window as Claire fastens her hand around one of the poles and begins to swing around it, singing something about slugs cutting rugs. Dean and Cas grab onto another, Dean pushing the messenger bag to one side so he and Cas can sway into each other as the monorail lurches into motion.

Any apprehension Dean might have had he is distracted from by the sound of Emma beginning to laugh as the parking lot zooms by underneath them. She pats her hand on the window happily. Dean's pretty sure she's not aware she's doing it, not till Claire swings into her, baby-talking, "Emma likes the monorail, yes she does! Yes she does!" and then Emma blinks, and cranes her head back to look at them, at Dean and Cas grinning at her from the pole. But before she can do anything else, Claire is swinging around again, saying, "Look, Emma! Try this!" and pulling Emma to one of the poles to swing around with her.

When the monorail stops a few moments later and the doors open, it doesn't take a genius to understand the looks on their little sunscreen-covered faces: They want to go on again.

"C'mon, guys, this isn't even a ride," Dean protests.

But Cas is looking a little wistful now, too, running his hand along the monorail car as they step away from it. And dammit, Cas, fine-Dean huffs and herds them all back into the line to board the monorail they just got off of.

Cas smiles serenely and kisses the side of Dean's head.

- o -

Main Street, U.S.A., when they finally get there, smells fucking amazing. There's caramel apples, and popcorn, and it's only nine in the morning, but that guy at the cart by the candy shop is already cooking funnel cakes and fuuuuuck, "Do you guys just wanna go do your rides and meet me back here in the afternoon?"

Cas gives him a I refuse to let your gastrointestinal system control our lives, Dean look. "You may have a funnel cake after we have gone on two rides, Dean. No sooner."

Dean groans, but Cas ignores him, pushing his sunglasses up his nose to frown down at the Magic Kingdom map.

"The reviews I read online stated that the lines for the attractions are often in excess of an hour. Perhaps the best approach would be for each of us to choose the ride we most wish to go on and go to those first in order to ensure we get a chance to enjoy them."

"Sounds like a plan," Dean says, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the sugar-covered funnel cake the vendor is handing to a totally undeserving dude in a red Mickey Mouse shirt. "What do you think, midgets?"

Claire drags her bottom eyelids down with her fingers and crosses her eyes. "I want the ghooooooooooooost one!"

Emma sidles away from her. Dean starts laughing at the expression on her face and can't stop. Emma gives him a similar look and sidles toward Cas, who absently lifts a hand to rest on her head as he studies the map.

"I would like to see this Swiss Family Robinson house," he announces, looking up. "Dean, what would you like?"

Dean grins and adjusts the bag strap against his chest. "Who, me? I'm good with whatever you guys pick. Swiss Family Robinson sounds cool."

Cas stares him down. "Dean."

"Uh." Dean rubs the back of his head. "The pirate ride's always sounded kind of cool."

It's hard to tell what with the sunglasses and all, but he's pretty sure Cas is smirking. Dean wrinkles his nose at him in response, then looks at Emma, who's studying the map in Cas's hand. "What about you, kiddo?"

Cas crouches so that he can hold the map flat for her. Emma points at the pink-filled area nestled in the northernmost part of the map.Fantasyland.

"I'm glad you picked that area," Cas tells her seriously. "I wish to visit it as well."

Emma pats his arm.

- o-

Dean's kind of bummed at first, finding out the Swiss Family Robinson House Cas chose isn't actually a ride, just some sort of walk-through. But Cas seems pretty transfixed; he takes off his sunglasses to squint into the little rooms built into the tree behind rope and lingers in front of one room in particular for what feels like ever.

"Dean."

Dean's busy leaning over the banister to see if there was an alligator in the water because he swears he just saw one, but Disney wouldn't keep alligators where little kids could just fall in, right? "Hey, Emster, come away from the edge, okay? You're giving Dad a heart attack."

She makes a face at him and scurries down the stairs after Claire. Dean turns to Cas. "What, babe?"

Cas is still staring into the room. "We need a hammock."

Dean follows his gaze. "How're we both gonna fit in a hammock, Cas?" he says dryly, knowing exactly where Cas's mind is going.

Cas smiles slyly. "Very cozily."

Dean rolls his eyes and skims a hand across Cas's midsection. "I claim top."

"Only in Fantasyland," Cas retorts. He pecks Dean on his indignantly parted lips and slips past him to follow the girls. Dean flicks him in the ass on the way in retaliation, which only makes Cas grin and saunter in front of him. Ass.

Heh. Ass.

When they catch up to the girls, Claire's got her face pushed against the rope netting that keeps people from entering the treehouse rooms. "Why can't we go inside?" she complains. Her voice sounds like she's got a mouthful of rope, which, considering it's Claire, that's probably exactly what she's doing.

"Claire, you don't know what kind of stuff's touched these ropes," Dean informs her. "You could be French-kissing with cockroach legs right now and not know it."

Claire pulls off, spitting. "GROSS!"

Dean rolls his eyes.

Emma tugs on Cas's pant leg. She has a horrified look on her face like oh my God, is he serious?

"Dead serious, Emster," Dean declares, while Cas says, "It is true that we have no way of knowing what has been on that rope. You should always remember, girls, it is always safest not to put things in your mouth unless you know where they have been."

Dean snickers. "I think it's a little early for the sex talk, Cas."

Cas looks perplexed. "It is never too early for such a talk. Emma, Claire, should you begin to feel attr-"

"Hey, look at that water wheel!" Dean exclaims hastily. "Isn't that cool? Go see if you can reach the buckets, girls!"

He sees the moment he turns back that Cas has been pulling his leg. His eyes are dancing. "You are such a dick," Dean complains, and stomps after the girls again.

The Robinsons' kitchen area, unlike the bedrooms, is not roped off. Emma is taking advantage of this fact by trying to lift a bowl of fake fruit that's glued to the table. Claire abandons the attempt, coming over to pull imperiously at Dean's jean leg. He obediently stoops to pick her up.

"You didn't show us this movie, Dean," she informs him, peering into her reflection on his sunglasses. "Why'd the Robinsons make all this stuff? Were they tree-huggers?"

Dean frowns, trying to remember the movie. All he can really recall is a tiger pit and sugar cane. "I think they were on a boat," he says. "But there was a big storm, and it blew them off course from where they were supposed to, so they ended up shipwrecked on an island instead."

Claire's still studying her reflection. "They weren't supposed to be on the island?"

"They didn't really wanna be there at first," Dean says. "Cuz there was like no food or houses or anything, so they had to figure out how to work together to make somewhere to live." He squeezes her leg and turns slightly so they can take in the huge tree house around them. "And they made it pretty awesome, huh?"

"Sorta like us," Claire says, and wow, Dean had forgotten that kids sorta hit you out of nowhere with stuff like that, the things that got right into your ribcage and made your heart go all tight and girly. "We weren't supposed to be a family but we made it awesome, too."

His chest hurts. "That's exactly right, baby girl," he murmurs. Holds her tighter, inhales the sunscreen-and-fruit-punch scent of her. He hadn't known it was possible to feel this full, this filled up with all the things he's ever wanted and ones he hadn't known he did.

Claire watches him back, staring like she's trying to figure him out, and Cas comes up behind them. He strokes his thumb down the back of Dean's neck and rests his forehead to Dean's temple as they both look at Claire, and she stares back solemnly. Then she laughs and head butts them both, and then she's gasping, "Emma, look!" and struggling down out of Dean's arms to poke a furry caterpillar that's wriggling across the table.

- o -

One Pirates of the Caribbean ride and stop for funnel cake later, Dean's still hungry. So are the girls, at least if Emma's unhappy expression is any indication, so they stop at the Pinocchio restaurant in Fantasyland for lunch.

It's located right by the It's a Small World ride, with part of the restaurant's eating area looking out over the ride's waiting area, the music audible as they eat. Cas is eyeing the ride curiously, and yeah, Dean wants Cas to experience The Happiest Place on Earth and all, but he doesn't want him to experience it badly enough that he's willing to listen to that song for as long as it'll take them to get through that friggin' long-ass line. So he scoots his chair closer to Cas's and shoves a knee over his to distract him and says around his burger, "Here we are in Fantasyland, Emma, you know what you wanna do?"

Cas's attention snaps back to Emma, though Dean also feels a hand creep under his knee, cupping it. He grinds down and Cas retaliates by creeping his hand higher. Aaaaaand they are in a public place, so Dean drags his leg back off Cas's and sits straight in his seat, adjusting his jeans.

Emma is sucking on the washcloth Dean brought in the messenger bag along with a thermos of the lavender tea Cas had steeped in a gas station microwave on the way to the park. She hasn't seemed like her teeth are bothering her today, but for once in his life, Dean'd rather err on the side of caution.

Claire's taken it upon herself to fish ice cubes out of Dean's Coke with her fork for Emma to put inside the washcloth. Most of them, right now, are melting on the tray next to Emma's half-eaten chicken fingers. Dean moves the map so it doesn't get the melting ice water on it, but Emma reaches out a pudgy hand and pulls it back, eyes intent on it, sucking all the while.

"She says you'll find out," Claire announces, though of course Emma has said nothing at all.

Dean glances at Cas to see what he thinks of Claire's Emma-whisperer routine and also takes the opportunity to steal one of his French fries. Cas retaliates by tugging a ring of onion out of Dean's burger, leaning across him to reach it. This close he smells like sunscreen and sweat, and a big part of Dean would be totally okay with just sitting here the rest of the day eating each other's food and watching Claire try to stick bits of lettuce in Emma's hair without her noticing and listening...well, not listening to "It's A Small World" play over and over again, but maybe if he put his phone in the middle of the table and set it to play "Ramble On" on repeat.

Eventually, though, Claire gets bored with sticking lettuce in Emma's hair and starts trying to stick ketchup in it instead, and Cas gets stern, and Emma gets messy.

Dean takes her to the bathroom to wash up while Cas and Claire take care of taking their things to the trash. She's only got a few droplets of ketchup in her hair; Cas caught Claire before she could squirt the whole packet out, but after all their walking around her sunscreen-stiff ponytail's gotten kind of messy and lopsided. Dean takes it out and combs it out as well as he can with his fingers before putting it in a short braid that just barely clears the back of her neck. Emma turns her head back and forth like she's testing the weight of it, then eyes a dude who steps inside to use the restroom.

Dean mutters, "Oops, sorry," and swings her off the counter and back outside to join Cas and Claire.

Who are now both staring at It's A Small World.

"Dude, are you serious?" Dean says in some despair. "You guys didn't get enough of that song inside?"

Emma wrinkles her nose. Dean takes this to mean she doesn't want to listen to go on that ride either.

"How 'bout this?" he says. "Me 'n Emster here'll go find another ride to go on while you guys do that one. Call us when you get out and we'll meet up again, sound good?"

"Sounds good!" Claire says and drags Cas down into the line without giving him a chance to argue.

Dean grins. "And that, Emma, is what we call whipped."

Emma rolls her eyes, which makes Dean grin harder. He pulls the folded Magic Kingdom map out of his back pocket. She points at something on it, and when Dean sees what it is, his grin fades.

Maybe he should've agreed to go on It's a Small World after all.

- o -

Pro: The Dumbo ride line is so long they might not get to the front of it before Claire and Cas get out of It's a Small World.

Con: The parents waiting in it line look like they might try to cut a bitch if Dean tried to get Cas to cut into the line to take over for him and go on the ride with Emma.

Seriously. This is a hardcore line. The clock at the entrance said a 60-minute wait, but it's been half an hour and Dean feels like they've barely moved a foot. He's getting a little worried, too, because he doesn't think Emma's doing so well in the crush of people without Claire around to distract her. She's still as stone, moving only when Dean does, to take the incremental steps forward in line. Her eyes are darting, and in the hand he keeps clutched inside his, he can feel the pulse in her little palm banging against his fingers like a wild thing. When he crouches down to ask her if she wants to get out of line and go back to get Claire and Cas, she flinches back reflexively.

And it hurts. Fucking hurts, to see his kid like this, and to know somewhere deep inside him that someone did something to her to make her this way. Reminds him of the middle school he went to in Omaha that was across the street from Sammy's elementary school, where he could watch through the window of his math class to see Sammy's class let out for morning recess. That had been one of their worse times, the money tightest and Dad gone the longest, and they'd had to stretch the money, rinse their clothes out in the shower and let them hang dry on the curtain rod instead of spending quarters on a Laundromat. They'd smelled of mildew and rust, and even if Dean could deal with being looked down on for it, it didn't make watching Sam hesitate alone at the edge of the playground, ignored by all the other kids, any easier.

Dean hadn't been able to do anything then, and he doesn't know what to do now, how to fix for Emma what he wasn't around to stop. He feels like he's watching Sammy shivering through the window all over again.

He keeps his hand loose around hers. "Do you wanna leave?"

Her eyes flick to his. Then she shakes her head stubbornly. Stares determinedly ahead as one of the ten-year-olds behind them jostles into her, shouting at his mom that he wants a Mickey Mouse bar.

Dean clears his throat and straightens, swallowing the hot spit that keeps pooling in his mouth as he thinks about flying around in the air in one of those cheap little Dumbo cars. Because this? This is the one thing he can do for her, even if it scares the shit out of him.

- o -

When they finally climb into their little Dumbo thing, which shakes totally unreassuringly as he steps onto it, he can already taste his cheeseburger from lunch at the back of his mouth. He is going to throw up over the side of the elephant onto all the moms and dads and grandparents crowded down on the ground with their cameras and cell phones to tape their kids, and one of them is going to catch his humiliation on film and post it on YouTube and then Emma and Claire will see it and never let him live it down for the rest of his life.

Okay. So the thought makes him smile a little. Mostly because he can imagine the exact evil grin Emma will get, and how she'll wait until Claire's eating something before showing her the YouTube clip so that Claire'll squirt it out her nose again and shit, he should probably make sure he changes the tablecloth when they get home because he kind of actually likes the one on the table right now-

The Dumbo judders. He seizes the safety bar. His heart is slamming in his mouth, hot and wet. "Shit shit shit-"

Emma's hand closes around the bar next to his. He looks over at her, forcing on a smile. "You excited, kiddo?" His voice is kind of a whisper.

Emma touches his hand, tentatively. It's an are you okay? touch, uncertain and scared. Then her eyes sharpen and she spins around, little braid slapping against his shoulder.

Dean lifts his chin from his chest to see what she's turned to look at. Swallows again, because holy shit they're like ten feet off the ground already, the metal arms groaning, and he is definitely, definitely going to throw up.

Then he sees what Emma's looking at. Cas and Claire are on the ground outside the ride enclosure, behind some red-haired lady leaning on a stroller. Cas has Claire on his shoulders like Emma was on Dean's before, and Claire's waving at them so hard it looks like she's about to slip sideways off Cas.

"EMMAAAAAA!" comes the shout, barely audible above the clicks and whirring of the ride and shouts of parents telling their kids to look at the camera and smile. "DEEEAAAN!"

Then they're out of sight as the ride begins to turn, picking up speed. Dean's stomach flattens itself against his belly, but this time he knows where to look in the crowd as the Dumbo car comes back around. Cas's eyes find his immediately, and his warm smile says he knows exactly how close to jelly Dean's insides are right now and that he's proud of Dean for going on the ride in spite of it. Which is stupid, because Dean doesn't need Cas to be proud of him for something like this

He doesn't need to meet Cas's eyes, either, every time they make a loop around. But he does it anyway, grinning when he sees Cas roll his eyes at him as Claire throws them a particularly exuberant wave and nearly topples off Cas's shoulders before he catches her.

It reminds Dean to look down at Emma. Her eyes are crinkled up in a smile as she looks at Claire; she's kicking her feet in that unconscious way he's come to associate with her being excited about something. She closes her eyes as the car dips; Dean clutches the bar, but Emma flails her feet harder and opens her mouth like she's trying to catch the air in it, like she wants to suck it all in. She lets out this weird high-pitched sound that Dean doesn't even realize is coming from her until her eyes fly open and flick up to his guiltily as her legs stop moving. Dean just smiles at her, kicks her foot with his own.

She peers at him for a minute, then there's the sound of Claire singing, "Emmaaaaaa" from below them again, and Emma's back to kicking as she cranes to look over the side of the car for Claire and Cas.

- o -

Claire comes running to meet them as they exit the enclosure after the ride. She shoves past the children streaming out. "Emma, we got you cotton candy!"

Cas is waiting more sedately for them a few steps away, holding up said bag of pink candy floss. He lets the girls fall upon it like a couple of wolves as he goes to take Emma's messenger bag from Dean, like he can tell Dean's still feeling a little unsteady on his feet. Takes his hand, too, and subtly leans into him so Dean can lean back.

"That was very brave of you."

Dean scowls half-heartedly. "I'm not five, Cas."

Cas's lips brush across his temple, his thumb stroking down the back of Dean's neck. "I am quite aware of your age, Dean."

Dean ducks his head into the touch. Admits lowly, "Don't think I'd've agreed to it if I'd known it was what she wanted ahead of time."

Cas hums and presses a kiss with just a hint of suction to the side of Dean's mouth. His breath smells like cotton candy, which, okay, the mental image of Cas eating cotton candy is simultaneously bewildering and hot, and Dean really wants to grab his ass.

"The feeling is mutual."

Dean lifts his eyes from Cas's jeans to his eyes. "Dude. You don't know what I was thinking."

Cas's eyes gleam behind Dean's aviators. "Are you sure?"

Dean's about to make a "profound bond" crack, but Claire's shout interrupts them. "Ewww! Cas, look what Emma did!"

Cas turns. Emma's smiling, her teeth pink with sugar. When Claire elbows her, she opens her mouth wide. There's a huge glistening ball of cotton candy inside, compacted and crystallized from her saliva. It's pretty gross. But also kind of impressive, Dean considers, looking at the now empty cotton candy bag in Claire's hand. She fit the whole friggin' bag of cotton candy in her mouth.

And if he's reading her right, she looks pretty smug about that fact.

"That's my girl," he says, grinning, and it's sheer reflex, somehow, to scoop her up and set her on his shoulders the way Cas held Claire. She goes panic-rigid for a second. Then, as he reaches up to hold onto her legs, she grabs onto his ears under his hat and pulls herself up, correcting her center of gravity like a pro.

He squeezes one little sneaker. "Good?"

She kicks it lightly against his chest: yes. Dean squeezes it again and turns them to face Cas and Claire. "All right, guys, time for Claire's ride?"

Claire is already scrambling her way up Cas's leg to be picked up, too. "I want to go on Dumbo too!"

Cas deposits her neatly on his shoulders. "More than Haunted Mansion?"

Claire considers this, looking at the line for the Dumbo ride, which has expanded to a 75-minute wait, according to the sign. She sighs. "I guess not."

"A sound decision," Cas says, and Claire looks mollified. Then she exclaims, "Mush!" kicking her feet against Cas's chest, and Cas is rolling his eyes and starting forward, and Dean's laughing silently so hard at how whipped Claire has Cas that Emma has to wrap her arms around his head from falling off as his shoulders shake.

- o -

Sadly, the laughter doesn't last long.

One minute Dean's in the Haunted Mansion, grimacing at the corny Ghost Host voice telling them to note that the room has no windows and no doors, and the next he's crouching trying to soothe a sobbing Claire as the Ghost Host's fake body dangles from the ceiling above them.

"I wanna go," she stutters over the fake sounds of clattering bones around them. "I wanna g-g-goooo!"

In the near-darkness, Cas looks as alarmed as Dean feels. The people around them are casting them simultaneous sympathetic and contemptuous looks, and it's only then that Dean remembers his kids actually look like kindergarteners right now, and maybe a haunted house, even one as cheesy as this, isn't the smartest place to bring a pair of four-year-olds, even if they are really sixteen. But that's all peripheral, smushed in the corner of his brain as he panics over how to make Claire stop sobbing into Cas's shirt and rubbing her back soothingly and where the fake butler is to let them out of the room and fuck can those dumb noises please stop-

"You stop!"

The voice is off pitch, weirdly high. It takes Dean a minute to realize it's Emma's.

"You stop scare Claire!" She's got her fists clenched and she's shouting at the ceiling like she thinks the Ghost Host is still up there. She looks dangerous, too, like her eyes are about to go yellow any minute, and beneath the awe Dean feels at hearing her talk for the first time, he's constricting with panic because holy shit he's gotta get his kids out of here before Emma goes full on Teen Wolf-

But the fake manor butler who had stayed inside the room with them and barked with evil laughter with the Ghost Host is plucking Dean's shoulder sympathetically now, nodding toward the door he's opened up with its green EXIT sign glowing above it. Dean scoops up Emma, who's finely trembling despite how fiercely she'd shouted. He follows Cas outside, shooting a distracted grateful look at the butler as the man closes the door behind them.

They emerge out of a dark, dusty-smelling hallway back into a spot in Frontierland they'd passed only a while ago. Dean blinks against the abrupt sunlight, pushing the bill of his cap down further over his face, and looks over at Claire.

It's only now that they're out of the dimness of the mansion that he sees how flushed her face is, too pink and shiny against Cas's shoulder to be just from crying. He puts his free hand, the one not holding Emma, to her forehead. Claire hiccups at the touch, turning her face into Cas's neck.

"You feel pretty hot, Claire." Dean pulls his hand away, mentally kicking himself. "Are you thirsty?"

She shakes her head against Cas's neck.

Cas smoothes a hand down her hair. "I would like something to drink," he says. "Will you come with me to get it, Claire?"

He doesn't wait for her to answer. Just exchanges a glance with Dean, who says, "Wait," and digs in the bag to hand Cas the bottle of sunscreen. Cas takes it solemnly with one hand, wedging it into one of his back pockets, and begins toward the old-style general store a few hundred feet away and the set of kiddy sprinklers set up to look like a watering post in front of it.

Dean watches them go, feeling crappy about his parenting abilities. He should've remembered to re-apply the girls' sunscreen after lunch. And made sure that Claire drank enough at lunch. And thought twice about the Haunted Mansion. Seriously, what kind of idiot is he?

He looks down at Emma, and only then realizes how tightly he's gripping her, that she's trying to slither down out of his grip. He lowers her to the ground. She immediately takes a step away from him.

Dean wets his lips. "You okay, kiddo?"

She squints up at him uncertainly. Somewhere along the line she's lost her mini sunglasses, and the clumsy braid he'd managed has come half undone, hair sticking sweatily to the back of her neck. She looks hot and miserable, and Dean takes off his hat immediately, thwacking it against his thigh as if that'll dry the sweat from it so he can give it to her. "C'mere, let's get in the shade."

Emma hesitates a minute before following, trotting after him to the pitiful patch of shade under a tree near the Thunder Mountain exit. There's a big rock there, and he plops down on it, pats the space next to him.

Emma doesn't sit. Dean sighs and wrestles the thermos of watered-down tea left from lunch out of their bag, wets Emma's teething washcloth with it. He holds it, dripping, over the ground, and looks at her. "Emma. Please?"

It's another long moment before she shuffles close enough for him to reach her. He wipes the washcloth down her sweaty face, the back of her neck, his eyes on her skin. The whole time he feels the weight of her stare on him, as heavy and intent as Cas's ever was, like she's hungry for something from him, waiting for some sign.

He gets to her hands, still sticky with pink sugar. He wipes her fingernails first, so small, and works his way down her kid-sized fingers to her chubby palm, turning it over to get the little crevices there. Presses his lips together when he sees the Harmonia brand glaring up at him from her wrist, red and tender still.

He looks away from it. Up at her. "You were really brave in there, you know that?"

Emma doesn't look away. "We supposed protect sisters."

Dean smiles, a little, looks back down at the mark on her little wrist. Presses the damp washcloth over it, gently. When he looks up again, Emma is staring at him fiercely.

"I protect Claire." Her voice is half trepidation, like she thinks she'll have to fight him.

Dean closes his hand gently around her wrist. "You protect Claire," he agrees. Her hand relaxes in his. "And I protect Emma."

Her eyes flick back up to him from his hand. He holds them steadily. "Okay?"

She studies him uncertainly, lip drawn beneath her teeth. There's a drop of sweat trickling from under her hairline toward her eye, but Dean waits until she nods slowly to put his thumb to her face to wipe it away.

"Where Mama?" Emma whispers as he pulls his hand back. Her eyes had shuddered shut when he touched her face; now they're open again, staring at him. "She coming for me?"

Dean aches. He touches his thumb beneath her eye again, gently.

Emma shuffles closer. "Should have killed witch man. Matriarch be mad. Punish Emma." It's like a plug's been pulled out, freeing the rush of words. "But she say I see Mama again. This...test?"

"Emma," Dean says. "No-"

"She say she let me back. She say-" Her voice breaks. "If do right." Struggles. "If Emma...be right. Mama want me again."

"Emma." Dean's on his knees, cupping her face. "Emma, your mom wants you-"

Her eyes filling with tears. "Mama hunt me."

Fuck. Fuck.

"This not what I supposed to be," she whispers. Her tears are trickling over his thumbs. "I not right."

Dean doesn't know what to do. Pulls her into him and presses her face under his and holds her tight. "Emma. You are right. You are perfect. There's nothing wrong with you." He says it all, and knows none of it is enough, because she's shaking her head against him, holding onto her wrist, cradling like it's something separate from her, a baby she needs to protect.

"Wanna be like Mama," she hiccups. "Wanna be like Mama, Dean."

Dean pulls back. Holds Emma's shoulder with one hand and curls his fingers around hers with the other, around the little fist she'd shaken at the disembodied voice in the Haunted Mansion. He holds it up to her and shakes it gently, like she had.

"Strong like Mama," he tells her. "Brave like Mama."

"Not enough." Tears are still spilling out of her eyes, off her spiked lashes. "Matriarch say not enough, Emma."

Dean leans forward until his forehead is against hers. Makes their eyes meet, her eyelashes hot and wet against his. "Dad says enough." He cups her face. "Dad says more than enough, Emma."

Emma cries harder. Dean stays there, holding her, their foreheads together as she cries, cotton candy breath and bubbles of snot and her hair still smelling of ketchup, until she's fallen asleep against him, quavering wet breaths shuddered into his collar.

He holds her for a few more minutes after that, feeling the thud of her heart slow, subside. He sifts the sweaty hair from the back of her neck. Then he picks her up carefully and pushes to his feet. A woman who is wheeling a stroller over to sit in the shade gives him a sympathetic look.

"Meltdown?" she says knowingly.

Dean smiles wistfully. "Something like that."

- o -

Cas is examining floppy hats at a gift shop in Liberty Square, a sleeping Claire draped over his back. He looks as solemn as Dean feels, mouth drawn beneath his aviators.

"They are tired," he murmurs as Dean draws even with him. "Shall we leave?"

Despite his expression, his voice is wistful, reluctant even. It pulls a smile from Dean despite everything.

"Not yet," he says. "I have another idea."

- o -

The ferry is far more relaxing than the monorail. It's practically empty, so Dean and Cas lay the girls out on one of the benches on the deck and stand against the bow. It's late afternoon, the sun easing its way toward the horizon, its glare gentled just enough that Dean takes off his hat to let the wind push through his hair. Cas takes off his sunglasses as well and leans against the side, closing his eyes. Dean pushes his fingers through Cas's hair, idly, feeling the dampness of the sweat there. "Hard to believe it's January, huh?"

Cas makes a lazy noise, leans his head into Dean's hand. Dean smiles, rubs circles with the pads of his fingertips.

"I'm not sure exactly how the girls intended this spell to serve as a birthday gift," Cas says after a few minutes. "Thus far it has been predominantly terrifying and guilt-inducing."

Dean doesn't entirely disagree. But he presses his nose against the back of Cas's head and says, "What about the Disney Movies? You liked the Disney movies."

Cas is quiet for a moment. "Scuttle was amusing. And Iago."

"Ia-seriously? You liked Iago?" Dean pulls back to look around at Cas. "Nobody likes Iago! He's a bad guy, Cas."

"I didn't say I liked him," Cas says stubbornly. "I said he was amusing." He's quiet for a moment. "As is your striking resemblance to Rapunzel-"

"Okay, now you're just trying to make me mad," Dean says, and slips a hand up Cas's chest to hook his fingers into Cas's armpit in retaliation. Cas jerks and clamps his arms tight to his side but can't contain the half-gasp of laughter that chokes out of him. Dean crows in victory and worms his hands under Cas's biceps, tickling harder as Cas convulses in his arms from the effort not to laugh.

"Stop-stop," he gasps, and Dean tickles harder, until Cas finally bursts out into laughter, his gums wide and pink as he doubles over. Dean grins and lets go of him, enjoying the sight. It's so rarely that anyone ever makes Cas laugh aloud like this that Dean always feels like something special when he manages it. Usually it's in bed, but-

A thunk comes from behind them, and then a cry. Cas's laughter dies, and they turn to see Claire scrambling upright on the bench, hair mussed, looking guilty. At her feet, Emma is scooting backward holding her mouth, eyes wide and unhappy. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what happened, considering Claire's tendency to kick in her sleep and Emma's tendency to wriggle around until she's upside down in her bed-what had he been thinking, putting them on the same bench?

"I didn't mean to kick her!" Claire exclaims as they come closer. "I'm really sorry, Emma." Her lower lip wobbles as she draws her knees into her chest, like that'll keep her feet from kicking Emma in the mouth again.

Cas sits beside Emma. "Emma, will you let me see?"

Emma sniffs in a quick breath and brings her hand away from her mouth. Cas peers inside, squinting. "Your lips are not split. Your teeth appear intact. Say ahh."

Emma stick out her tongue obediently, though she doesn't make the sound. Dean wonders wistfully if he'll get to hear her voice again before the girls turn back.

"Your frenulum appears intact," Cas says, as Dean chokes on a snort. "This is good. Does it hurt?"

Emma shakes her head bravely. She's clearly lying, and Claire looks stricken. Then Claire's eyes widen with an I know! look, and she scrambles off her side of the bench to run over to Emma. She smacks a kiss onto Emma's lip. "There! All better!"

Emma stares at her. Dean has to swallow a snicker because he's pretty sure that's a what the fuck?look.

Claire puts her hands on her hips. "When I get hurt, my mama kisses it better," she says bossily. But there's a studied carelessness to her voice, and tension in her face, that makes Dean think it's probably best for everyone involved if they change the topic from moms.

"Holy crap, look!" he exclaims abruptly. "Was that Ariel?"

Claire freezes like a predator that's scented prey. "Where?"

Dean points toward the bow. "Over there!"

Claire grabs Emma's hand and drags them both to the prow.

They spend the rest of the ferry ride to Epcot peering over the side, wide-eyed and shrieking every time they think they see something in the water.

- o -

Dean puts Emma on his shoulders again as they disembark from the ferry at the Epcot dock, but Claire latches onto Cas's hand, swinging it back and forth between them as she trots alongside him.

"I want blue clams when I get big, Cas," Dean hears her informing him as they join the line to enter the park, Dean reaching into his pocket to hand Cas his ticket.

For a minute, this makes as much sense to Dean as it does to Cas, which is to say not at all. "I don't understand that reference," he says, and cracks up at his own joke, making Emma grab his ears to stay upright, which would've made him wince if he wasn't laughing so hard at the sour look Cas shoots him.

Then Claire's meaning hits him and he starts laughing harder, because she's talking about the shells Ariel wears over her boobs. Oh God, he can't wait till they're big again, Emma is going to explode with laughter when she hears this story.

He tries to explain the joke to Cas, who still looks confused. All he gets is a squint from Cas and an impatient look from the dude manning the ticket scanners. Emma pats his head imperiously from her perch; she's clearly been learning from Claire.

"Sorry," she tells the ticket man, still patting Dean's head. "My dad weird."

Now it's Cas's turn to smile.

- o -

Epcot is a whirlwind of color and costumes, breezy and cool where Magic Kingdom was sweltering, as breezes come off the water and the sky begins to darken toward dusk. Dean's just tired enough himself from their day for everything to become a bit of a blur, laughing as the girls scream in the cold fake caves of the Norway ride and taking pictures of Cas wearing the Viking helmet with blonde braids in the gift shop once they get off the ride, laughing so hard his sides hurt as Sam texts back WTF? at the picture Dean sends him.

Then it's off to Mexico to get pictures of Cas in a sombrero, and then in a fez in Morocco as Claire tries to convince them she needs a belly-dancing outfit. In France, Emma gets freaked out by the mime who takes a shine to her, following her around the fountain and mimicking her until Cas picks her up and glares the mime away. The effect is a bit strange considering he's still wearing the Viking helmet Dean insisted they buy, and Claire and Dean are in hysterics as Emma eyes them both balefully from over Cas's shoulder.

They get burgers at The American Adventure for dinner, where Emma insists on sitting next to Dean with a pointed look at the cup of ketchup sitting next to Claire's fries. By then it's full-dark, lanterns and kids' light-up toys glowing around them in the outdoor eating area as a voice comes over the speakers to announce that the IllumiNations fireworks will be beginning in forty-five minutes.

Dean charges Cas and the girls with finding them a place to sit and heads off himself to procure them some beignets from France for the show. When he comes back, nearly orgasming just from the delicious scent of the fried dough he's holding, Emma and Claire are crawling all over the decorative rocks they found to sit on overlooking the lake, and then all over Dean and Cas, too, as Dean plops down, because jeez, it's like the darker it gets the more energy they get. Claire scrambles into his lap and then out of it, and then back to it again, bouncing as she grabs his wrist to look at his watch. "How many more minutes, Dean? Twenty more minutes, Emma!" Then she jumps back to the ground to dance with Emma and then into Cas's lap, and repeats the cycle all over again.

When one of the street vendors strides by shouting, "Glow necklaces! Swords fit for princes and princesses!" Cas waves him over and totally spoils the girls, buying them like three light-up necklaces and a light-up sword each. Which Claire promptly uses to get into a sword fight with the family of boys a few feet away, as Emma jabs the air experimentally with her own, touching the blunt glowing tip with her finger and looking a little unimpressed when it doesn't draw blood.

An idea occurs to Dean. He crams the last of the beignets in his mouth and runs after the vendor, pulling out his wallet. When he returns to Camp Rock, he's got two more swords glowing in his hand, one blue and the other green.

"Should we show 'em how it's done, kiddo?" he says to Emma, tossing the spare to Cas, who catches it with a raised eyebrow and quick flash of a smile, blue in the glow of the sword.

Emma charges him. Dean sidesteps it, gets thwapped on the hip as she whirls on a dime, catching him. Fuck, his kid is good. "You got me!" he shouts, and staggers to the ground theatrically, holding his side.

She looks puzzled for a minute, then laughs.

"Hey! I wanna do that!" Claire's returned, panting. Her eyes are greedy on Emma's sword.

"I teach you," Emma says, and Claire doesn't look at all taken aback by hearing Emma talk to her. She just holds up her sword and gets into a ridiculous ninja pose. "Hi-yah!"

Grinning, Dean glances back at Cas, whose gaze slides from the girls to meet his. Dean quirks a brow and twirls his sword in his fingers. It's an invitation and a challenge.

Cas smiles, his teeth flashing briefly blue in the glow from his own sword. Then he's blurring toward Dean with the insane speed he kept even as a human, and Dean's ducking under his sword and parrying as he spins, jumping the leg Cas sweeps out to knock his feet from under him and darting out of his reach. Cas pushes after him, that quick stalk that's always been too inexorable to attempt a feint against, so Dean grins and surges forward instead, slamming their swords together with a stupid crash of plastic and batteries rattling in the cheap handles.

Cas backsteps, swings his sword in a wide flashy arc that confuses Dean until he realizes that they've gathered an audience, people pausing on the sidewalk and in the doorways of shops to watch. Dean grins and deflects Cas's strike, just as showy, then diving under his arm in a strike he knows Cas will sidestep and whirling to catch him the same way Emma did him a few minutes ago. Cas is faster than Emma, though, moving just in time, and the dance starts all over again.

They don't stop until the intercom announces, "Ladies and gentlemen, the IllumiNations show will be starting in ten minutes!" Cas lowers his sword, panting, and Dean does the same, swiping his hand across his sweaty face as people break into cheers and clapping around them. Dean grins and bows, panting, only to get nearly bowled off his feet as Claire throws herself onto his back, shouting, "That was awesome!" and nearly bonking him in the head with her sword as she climbs up to hang from his neck.

"Right?" he says, and hefts her onto his shoulders as he turns to find Emma. She's standing next to Cas, who's been cornered by a whole family talking in rapid French. One of the little girls, her hair in braids, is saying something to Emma, waving her hands, and Emma's grinning shyly back as she holds tight to Cas's hand.

That's the moment the first firework shoots into the sky and bursts, splashing pink light across her face, arcing across the reflective surface of her eyes. She looks up, craning her head back, and Dean reaches out to ruffle her hair as he comes to a stop beside her and Cas, squeezing Claire's skinny ankle with the other as she shouts with delight above his head. Emma cranes her head further back to look up at him, upside down, and he grins, shouts above the noise, "Hey, Cas, you wanna give the midget a lift?"

Cas turns from his new friends to look, as another set of gold sparks race up into the sky above the lake. "Of course. Emma?"

Emma hands him her sword. Cas takes it with a barely hidden smile, handing it up to Claire, who shouts in more delight and begins to wave both her and Emma's swords back and forth above her head. Then he lifts Emma into his arms, hefting her so that her head is level with Dean's shoulder.

Dean raises a brow. "That's all?" he shouts over the music.

Cas looks slightly terrified, his Dean, don't leave me in this den of inequity alone expression. "I don't wish to drop her."

Dean rolls his eyes, because Cas had been carrying Claire on his shoulders before, no problem, and Claire is way scarier than Emma. "Dude, believe me, she is not going to let you drop her," he shouts. "These kids'll kick you in the face before they let you drop them, watch!" He leans backward abruptly, and sure enough, Claire's sneaker nearly breaks his nose as she flails, and then he's got fingernails under his upper lip as she grabs in a panic at his face for any grip she can get.

"Dean!" she shrieks, but she's also laughing, so Dean grins at Cas with his upper lip still pulled away from his gums by five-year-old fingers. "See?"

Cas looks at Emma. Emma squints back. Then a sword taps Cas in the back of the head. "Up!" Claire orders, and Cas carefully lifts Emma onto his shoulders.

Another of the huge red fireworks goes off. It's so loud that Dean nearly misses hearing Emma's "Thanks, Cas" and Cas's grave "You're welcome, princess."

Claire doesn't. "Emma's not a princess!" Her voice is indignant. "She's a knight! We're both knights! Right, Emma?"

"Both," Emma says decisively, and holds out her hand for her sword.

Dean and Cas exchange amused glances with each other, and Dean slides a hand up the small of Cas's back, feeling the damp places where he sweated through it during their sword fight. Cas leans into him, still keeping a careful grasp on Emma's knees, and above them Claire starts singing "I'll Make a Man Out of You" in complete discord with the instrumental music being blasted out of the speakers. After a minute Emma joins in, more a shout than a song, her and Claire getting louder and louder like they're trying to outdo each other, and people are turning around to look at them, and Cas's shoulders are shaking with laughter against Dean, and Dean's grinning and trying to hold onto Claire as she waves her glowing sword with more and more abandon, and fuck if this night isn't going to be one of the greatest hits in his heaven.