Dean sits on the couch with his feet on the coffee table. Sam is lying next to him, his legs across Dean's lap. Dean has his arms wrapped around Sam's knees, clutching a playstation remote and killing zombies in New York City. Meg is on Dean's other side, facing them, Sam's sock-covered toes tucked under her crossed legs. Cas is in the recliner with his feet up.

"Top left, behind that dumpster!" Cas yells at Dean, pointing at the screen. Dean turns and shoots the zombie with his automatic rifle.

"Does anyone need another beer?" Meg asks. Cas raises his hand, tipping back the last of his current bottle with the other. Dean shakes his head, not taking his eyes off the screen. Sam nods, adding his empty to the growing number on the coffee table.

As Meg goes to the kitchen for more beers, Dean's character is eaten by zombies. Cas pumps his fist in the air as CGI blood covers the screen. Groaning, Dean tosses him the remote, then wraps his arms around Sam's legs again. Sam hiccups, then smiles, his hand tucking down against the back of the couch to rub Dean's hip. Meg hands Cas and Sam their beers before folding herself onto the couch again.

"Um, hey Dean?" he asks quietly, his fingers playing with the hem of Dean's t-shirt.

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"So, umm," Sam starts nervously, looking at the label of his beer. "We have this thing, umm, for team?"

"What thing?"

"It's like this big dinner thing, next weekend, and uh, it's formal and I totally get it if you don't want to, but uh, I was gonna askyoutogowithme?" he finishes in a rush. Dean chuckles, then reaches over to lift Sam's chin with one finger. Their eyes meet and Dean smiles.

"Of course I'll go with you."

A grin splits Sam's face and he blushes.

"Hey Sam," Meg asks, leaning forward to look around Dean. "Where did you grow up?"

"We've always lived in Lawrence. My dad moved there after the Army and he met my mom there," Sam tells her. "Coming here is actually the first time I've left Kansas."

"Wow, it must be a big change then."

"Yeah it has been, but it's not too bad. I miss home a lot, but I Skype with my parents all the time."

"You're a junior this year right?"

"Take that alley," Dean instructs Cas, paying more attention to the game than Meg and Sam's conversation.

"Yup, I did my first two years at a college in Kansas."

"That's pretty smart, saves money. So, I hope this isn't rude of me to ask, but when did you know you were gay? Or when did you come out?"

"Jesus Meg!" Dean admonishes.

"I'm just curious!" she replies with a shrug.

"It's okay. Ummm, I think I figured it out in middle school. I just wasn't interested in talking about girls like the rest of my friends were. I told my parents sophomore year of high school. They were a little shocked, of course, they're both religious. But they came to terms with it pretty quick and have been supportive."

"So they've never given a boyfriend the third degree?" Meg asks. Cas pauses the game and turns to look at her.

"My mom was not giving you the third degree!"

"Yes she was," Meg tells him, laughing. "I swear she asked me a million questions. I think the only thing she didn't ask was my blood type," she adds to Sam.

"It's been 6 years, and she still won't move on," Cas mutters under his breath, turning back to the game with a roll of his eyes for emphasis.

"Ah, no, I've actually never had a boyfriend," Sam says, and Meg looks at him sheepishly. "Oh, it's no big deal. There's just not really any gay guys in Lawrence? At least, none that I knew of."

Dean glances over at Sam out of the corner of his eye but doesn't say anything, unsure of exactly what someone would say to that. Fortunately, Meg keeps talking, little steam engine that she is.

"Well you definitely picked a good one to start with!" Dean laughs as Meg punches his shoulder. "You better treat him right, not like that last-"

"Meg!" Cas interrupts. She stops, covering her mouth with her hands.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to bring that up. That's not my story to tell. Sorry, Dean," she apologizes, touching Dean gently on the shoulder.

"It's okay, Meg. It's not a big deal. You can talk about it. I'm not going to freak out or cry or anything," Dean tells her.

"Right, because we aren't going to give him that power, are we?" Meg reminds him.

"Can you tell Meg is a psychology major?" Dean asks, turning to Sam and giving him a smile.

"It's cool if you don't want to talk about it or whatever," Sam tells him. Dean sighs, leaning forward against Sam's knees to grab his beer from the table.

"She's talking about my last boyfriend. We broke up a little over a year ago. We were dating for like two-ish years, then he cheated. So we broke up." Dean shrugs, trying to be nonchalant.

"Oh, I'm really sorry to hear that Dean," Sam says, pressing his fingers into Dean's hip for emphasis. "I can't imagine why anyone would cheat on a guy like you," he adds with a smile. Dean smiles over at him.

"That's what I said!" Meg exclaims, leaning forward and hugging Dean's shoulders. She giggles, then releases him, falling back against the armrest again.

Dean rolls his eyes and catches the remote Cas tosses him.

"Hey baby." Cas kicks the leg-rest of the recliner down. "Ready for bed? It's almost three."

"Oh shit, it's really three? Yes, bed!" Meg clambers up from the couch, stumbling slightly. "Goodnight!"

"'Night," Dean tells her as he turns off the video game system.

"Goodnight!" Sam adds.

Cas throws Meg over his shoulder and she shrieks before bursting into a fit of the giggles. Cas salutes the boys before carrying her down the hall to his room.

"I'm about ready for bed, too," Dean admits, downing the last of his beer.

"Me, too," Sam says through a yawn, causing them both to chuckle. Sam lifts his legs off Dean's lap and swings them to the floor. He stands and stretches, and Dean traces a finger along the waist of his sweatpants, slung low on his hips.

Dean and Sam stumble down the hall to Dean's room, the beer buzz getting the better of their balance. Sam laughs as Dean nearly falls trying to take of his sweatpants. He leans against the dresser as he pulls off his own, then lifts his t-shirt off over his head. Dean reaches over his shoulder and pulls his t-shirt off with one hand.

"It's so sexy when you do that," Sam tells him as he crawls under the covers. Dean chuckles as he scoots in next to Sam. He automatically rolls onto his side, Sam reaching over to pull him close. They sleep like this every time, after Sam admitted to Dean he likes to be the big spoon. "Um, hey Dean?"

"Yeah, Sammy?" Dean replies, his eyelids drooping.

"Am I your boyfriend?" Sam asks sleepily.

"I want you to be. Do you want to be?"

"Yeah, I do," Sam whispers against the back of Dean's neck.

"Good, me too," Dean mumbles. He feels Sam's sleepy smile against the back of his neck, and he pulls Sam's hand to his chest, holding it over his heart. "Goodnight, Sammy."

"Goodnight, Dean."