"What the-- Cas !" Dean all but yelled. Suddenly remembering that Sam was sleeping in the other room, he opted for an angry whisper. "I told you not to do that!"

"What was this show ?" the angel inquired, ignoring the remark. Dean gaped at him for a second.

"Nothing important." He said hastily.

"You were watching it." Castiel almost accused him. "Why did you suddenly change the channel?"

Dean blushed. Nooo, don't blush, he'd guess! he mentally scolded himself. Quick, think of something to say. "Because… because at first I didn't know what it was, but now that I do, I decided I wouldn't watch it." Way to go, Winchester. He felt like slapping himself.

"After one hour and forty minutes?"

"How do you… Never mind that." Dean grumbled. Why did Cas have to know everything?

Castiel went to sit in front of Dean, looking him dead in the eye in a way that made the young man feel uncomfortable. "Dean," he said, deadly serious, "Were you watching one of those movies with people committing the sin of the flesh?"

Dean's eyes widened, but he couldn't help laughing inwardly at the way Cas had put it. "No, I wasn't!" he defended himself, blushing deeper.

"Then what were you watching?"

"Nothing!"

"Dean, you can tell me."

"Nothing!" Dean huffed. "Could you drop it, please?"

Did Castiel just crack a smile? "No." he deadpanned, "And if you don't want to tell me, I'm putting it back on myself."

Dean snorted. "And how are you gonna do that without the…" he tried to wave the remote control at his friend, only to find out the item had left his hand. Shocked, he looked up to see Cas holding it. Damn angelic freak show, he thought.

"Are you gonna tell me?" Castiel asked.

"Why do you even care?" Dean said in a last desperate attempt to stop the angel. "Come on, man, if Sam comes here and sees that he's gonna give me hell." He whined.

"Then you should have told me." The angel smirked before changing the channel.

"It's so amazing, Moll." Patrick Swayze said in the little screen, "The love inside… you take it with you."

"Why were you so embarrassed by this?" Castiel asked, sincerely confused.

"Because," Dean whined, "It's a chick flick!"

The angel shrugged. "And?"

"And I don't watch chick flicks. Hey," he added, suddenly serious, "Please, do not tell Sam…"

"Dude, are you guys watching Ghost?!"

Dean slumped back in his seat as Sam's laughter echoed in the room. Please, send me back to Hell…

The end.Before I go any further with this, I wanted to say something to all those who follow this story : you guys are just awesome! I'm getting so many nice reviews and ideas for the next chapter, I sure don't want this story to end yet!

Also, this chapter was supposed to be the sixth one, no idea why I didn't post it sooner... Oh well. Good thing with drabbles : you don't have to worry about what comes when!

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