December 7th
Dean yawned briefly before slamming the snooze on his alarm. He flipped over and put the pillow over his head. He mumbled something into his mattress and drifted back to sleep quickly. Fifteen minutes later, the alarm went off again.
"Son of a bitch." Dean groaned as he hit the off button and climbed out of bed.
Dean trudged out of his room wearing black sweat pants hanging low on his hips. He walked over to the couch and quickly sank down.
"Sam. Coffee. Now." Dean called.
"I'm not your waitress." Sam replied with a bitchface.
"Well, roleplay then." Dean sassed.
"You're a jerk, Dean." Sam retorted.
"And you're a bitch, Sammy." Dean replied.
"And this is the last time I'm making you coffee." Sam said, as he grabbed a coffee mug and poured the dark liquid in.
Dean took a large swig before contently sighing. "Good stuff, Sammy. Good stuff."
"It's coffee, Dean. It's always good." Sam smiled.
"So true." Dean sighed. "So what's the plan today? It's not a weekday."
"I was thinking that we all think of one little activity to do." Sam proposed.
"That sounds alright." Dean muttered. "You think Charlie, Cas, and Kevin will go with it?"
"I don't see why not." Sam replied.
"If not, what's your other plan?" Dean asked.
"Dunno. I'd leave the thinking to someone else." Sam shrugged.
Dean swallowed his coffee sharply. "You? Sam Winchester? Leave the thinking to someone else?" Dean scoffed.
Sam shrugged again.
"Who are you and what have you done with my brother?" Dean laughed.
"Shut up." Sam said.
"Make me." Dean teased sticking out his tongue.
"If you two kiss, I'm outta here!" Charlie exclaimed from the other room.
"What?" Sam and Dean replied simultaneously.
"You know." Charlie shrugged walking up to them. "That whole 'Shut up.' 'Make me' scene between two people and then the person who said shut up does this make out scene with the other person."
"I swear Charlie." Dean scolded. "You watch way too much TV."
"Says the one who confused porn with reality." Sam scoffed.
"Get bent." Dean retorted.
"You remember Chuck don't you?" Charlie asked.
"Of course. Creepy prostitute addicted prophet making money off our lives. Oh, Chuck." Dean smirked.
"Yeah him. Well on his site, apparently there are girls that ship you two guys. Hard. Really hard. Literally. If you see what I mean." Charlie explained.
"Too much detail there, Charlie." Sam stopped her from continuing.
"Sam briefly mentioned that back when we first found out about the 'Supernatural' books." Dean added. "But not like that."
"No, but guys. People have made NSFW fan art about it." Charlie continued. "See?"
Charlie typed something on her phone and passed it to Sam.
"Wait. What does NSFW mean?" Dean asked.
"Not safe for work." Charlie answered with a smile. "So pretty much some kinky stuff."
"I'm not going to want to open my eyes then, am I?" Sam asked squinting his eyes shut.
"Nope." Dean replied.
"Didn't think I'd want to in the first place." Sam added.
Charlie closed out of the web browser and put the phone back in her pocket.
"Why do you even know this anyways?" Dean asked.
"I keep up tabs on the Supernatural series, just to make sure there's no activity from time to time. This kind of stuffs all over the comments." Charlie explained. "You wanna know what other stuff's on there?"
Dean sighed. "Well you already started. Might as well get it all out there."
Dean took a sip of his coffee before Charlie started.
"Okay. So this whole shipping thing is huge in the fandom." She started.
"Fandom?" Dean asked.
"It's what you call the whole fanbase of a certain topic." Charlie explained.
Dean nodded and Charlie continued. "So everyone knows about this whole angels hullabaloo because that chick, Becky, uploaded the unpublished works on the internet. So many people ship you and Gabriel. It's unreal."
"Me?" Sam scoffed. "Me and Gabriel? No! I can't stand the corny bastard."
Dean was laughing and Charlie turned to him. "You're not in the clear yet, Dean."
Dean stopped laughing and gulped. "Just about everyone in the fandom ships you and Cas. More than those who ship Sabriel."
"Sabriel? That's Sam and Gabriel, right?" Dean asked.
"Yup." Charlie clarified. "And you and Cas are Destiel."
Dean threw his hands in the air and looked to Sam. "Of course we are." He sighed. "The internet is a scary place."
Charlie nodded. "A lot of people ship Sam and Lucifer though. They call it Samifer."
"Me and Lucifer?" Sam scoffed.
Charlie nodded.
"I am so fucking done with this shit." Sam exclaimed.
"Go get some soap young man." Charlie teased. "Anyways, it get's worse."
"How is that possible?" Sam asked.
"People call it Daddycest." Charlie started.
"This doesn't sound good." Dean turned to Sam.
"It's a ship with you and your father, Sam and your father, or all three of you." Charlie explained slowly.
"Someone get me a bucket. I'm going to barf." Dean retorted.
"Please tell me there's stuff about other people." Sam begged.
"Of course but it's not that bad. There's Bobby with Ellen and Bobby with Crowley. And there's Crowley with Kevin." Charlie explained.
"I'm done. I am done. Thank you for ruining the rest of my week." Sam smiled bitterly.
"I'm sure that you would've seen it soon enough." Charlie smiled. "The books are getting publicity through Tumblr."
"Tumblr?" Dean asked. "What's that?"
"What are you?" Sam scoffed. "A dinosaur? Even I know what Tumblr is. Its a social media site for teenagers and young adults."
Dean stuck his tongue out at Sam again. "I have better things to do than social media, Sam."
"Like what?" Sam asked. "Porn?"
"Go screw yourself." Dean muttered.
"Like you do?" Sam asked.
"I am going to hit you if you don't shut up." Dean yelled.
"Ugh. Calm down, guys. All this screaming woke me up." Kevin groaned rubbing his head.
"PEOPLE ON THE INTERNET SHIP YOU WITH CROWLEY!" Dean yelled. "Is that a good reason?"
"What the hell?" Kevin asked. "This is not how I imagined this morning starting."
"They never really do start the way you want them to." Sam muttered.
"Perks of the job I guess." Dean retorted.
"Where's Cas?" Charlie asked. "We might as well get him since we're all up."
"I think he's in his room. I'll go get him." Dean said, pushing himself to his feet. "And I assume that's where the TV went?"
Sam sighed. "Yeah. He said he wanted some 'private time' with Dora."
Dean chuckled. "Well okay then. I'll go get the bleeding heart."
Dean heard talking coming from Cas's room and quietly pushed the door open and stepped in.
"I have loved you since the first day I laid eyes on you. I know you may be young and I may be millions of years old. I know you're a human and I'm an angel and we shouldn't be together, Dora, I know that! But you are so kind hearted to everyone you know. You've taught me that murder isn't always the answer!" Cas got down on one knee and pulled out a little black box.
"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me." Dead thought to himself.
"Dora. Will you marry me?" Cas asked soulfully, opening the box to reveal a plastic ring off the top of a cupcake. "Dora?"
"Vamanos, Boots! Let's go!" Dora called putting on her backpack and running down the path.
Cas's face flushed red and the TV lit on fire. Cas threw the ring on the ground and stood up violently.
"She never loved me!" He yelled to himself. Cas turned around and saw Dean standing at the door. "Hello, Dean."
"Girlfriend trouble?" Dean asked, nodding towards the smoking TV screen.
"I think running away with a monkey is her form of saying no." Cas said sadly.
"She was a bitch anyways. Always telling people what to do." Dean said warily.
"I guess you're right." Cas mumbled, tears welling in his eyes. "But she was so perfect."
"That's what she wanted you to think." Dean comforted, putting his hand on Cas's shoulder. "She was a witch, you know."
"How do you know that?" Cas asked.
"She's been famous for 13 years and is still seven." Dean said softly. "Witchcraft."
"You mean she tricked me?!" Cas exclaimed infuriated.
"Is everything okay in there?" Sam called. "The microwave just exploded!"
"Everything's fine." Dean called.
"No it's not!" Cas replied. "I loved her. She left me. And she's a witch!"
"Dude, it's fine. You'll make it through this." Dean assured him, trying his hardest not to laugh.
Dean would have at the moment, but Cas pulled him into a tight hug and sobbed into his shoulder. "I'm so glad I have you, Dean! You're such a great friend!"
"Cas. Can't. Breathe." Dean wheezed.
"Apologies." Cas sniffled, tearing himself away from Dean and wiping his nose.
Dean tried to hide his disgust as he looked at the wet stain on his shoulder.
"But yeah, thanks, though. You're not too bad yourself." Dean said. "Now how about you fix yourself nice and pretty and then later tonight we'll get so hammered you won't even remember her?"
Cas nodded wiping his eyes. "Thanks, Dean."
"Now how about you clean up?" Dean smiled walking out of the room.
"What happened?" Sam asked.
"Dora rejected his marriage proposal." Dean said.
"I'm worried we've gotten to the point that this is a conversation starter." Kevin mused.
"What's that on your shirt?" Charlie asked.
Dean looked down at his shoulder. "A mix of snot and tears."
"Appealing." Sam retorted.
"Tell me about it." Dean replied. "I'd change, but this is my last clean shirt before the laundry."
"My condolences." Sam smirked with a pouty face.
"Shut up." Dean said.
"Jerk." Sam sneered.
"Bitch." Dean replied.
"And you're both idjits!" A voice called from an open cell phone.
"Bobby?" The brothers asked together.
"Who else would it be?" Bobby asked.
"Who called Bobby?" Dean demanded.
Charlie giggled. "That would be me. I dialed his number before you came out. He needed to hear this."
"How'd you even get his number?" Dean asked.
"Dean. I am Charlie Bradbury – Hacker girl of the century. Downloading your contacts is simple." Charlie responded.
"Sometimes I wonder if you're changing your name to run from the feds, or just people you've pissed off. That must me a long list." Dean retorted.
"Apologize or I'll send all your contacts dick picks." Charlie ordered.
"Well go ahead, cause I don't have any on there." Dean smirked.
"You don't need to. You're a deep sleeper." Charlie smiled.
"Fuck." Dean whispered. "I am locking my door from now on!"
"You'd rather lock your door than apologize? For shame, Dean. For shame." Charlie mocked.
Cas trudged into the room looking like nothing happened.
"So, Sammy. Tell them all your idea." Dean said turning towards Sam.
"Well I was thinking Saturdays could go similar to the week days. We all just pick a small activity to do and we go through and do all those." Sam explained.
"What's plan B?" Charlie asked.
"I'd let someone else come up with that." Sam answered.
"We don't want to think." Charlie whined. "We'll go with your idea."
"I think Karaoke would be fun." Sam said.
"And I promised Cas we'd get smashed tonight." Dean added.
"Dean." Sam groaned. "I'm 90% sure that you won't die on the job. You'll die of liver failure first."
"Anyways." Charlie interjected. "I saw on Tumblr about doing twister with paint, but that's before it turned dark."
"Dark?" Kevin asked.
"It went from cute idea to using blood instead of paint." Charlie explained. "But that wasn't my idea anyways."
"That's creepy as hell. No wonder you're so messed up." Dean retorted. "Sam. Never get involved with this Tumblr stuff."
"Wouldn't plan on it." Sam assured him. "But I do plan on Kevin giving us his input."
Kevin thought for a moment. "Video games."
"Dammit!" Charlie exclaimed. "That was my idea."
"Well think of another." Sam said.
"Hair and makeup." She giggled. "My treat."
Everyone was hesitant, but had no reason to disagree.
"Cas?" Sam asked, turning to the angel.
"I want to go to the store." Cas said quietly.
Dean sighed. "We are not taking you to the store so you can walk down the children's aisle making anything with Dora's face on it explode."
"How'd you know?" Cas asked.
"Because I spend enough time with you and your family to know how you express your emotions. Hence the microwave." Dean pointed to the smoking melted mess on the counter.
"Apologies." Cas said.
"So do something that won't result in a manhunt." Dean suggested.
Cas sighed. "I think I'll just tag team your idea of getting 'smashed'." Cas said with air quotes.
"Fine with me." Sam said. "What should we do first?"
"I'd say Just Dance." Kevin smirked.
"Are you kidding me?" Dean scoffed.
"Well what's your bright idea?" Kevin responded.
"Grand Theft Auto!" Dean exclaimed.
"I'm not killing a game where you stab prostitutes!" Sam declared.
"Are they sexy prostitutes?" Charlie asked.
"I agree with Sam." Cas intervened. "I think a more fitting game would be Just Dance."
"Either way." Sam began. "More votes lean towards Just Dance."
Dean exhaled sharply. "Fine."
"Cas if you don't mind getting us a game system." Sam asked awkwardly.
"Sure." Cas said.
Moments later, a Wii popped up against the wall and four remotes appeared on the floor next to it. Moments later a disk appeared on the floor.
"And for you, Dean." Cas said as another disk popped in front of him.
"Oh yeah." Dean said as he picked up the disk from the floor and put it on the table. It was the newest GTA game.
Sam crouched down and picked up the Just Dance 3 disc.
"I'll sit out the first round, since there can only be four players." Sam said.
Everyone else picked up a remote and chose their color quickly.
"How about whoever sits out chooses the music?" Charlie asked.
"Video Killed the Radio Star." Sam sneered.
Dean groaned. "You know I hate that song, Sammy."
"Yup." Sam smirked. "Get ready!"
"I hate you so much." Dean muttered.
"No you don't." Sam replied.
"You wanna bet?" Dean shot.
"Sure. After I watch your ears bleed." Sam remarked as he turned the volume on the TV to 60.
"I will murder you!" Dean yelled.
"I wanna see you try." Sam sassed.
"Oh, I will, baby brother. I will." Dean replied.
"Oh quit your bickering." Charlie ordered as she hit play.
After that song, Charlie sat out and chose the song 'Baby one more Time'.
Cas was still having trouble learning the controls of the remote and how to correctly mirror the screen.
The upcoming move was to step to the right and swing your right arm out. Cas got it mixed up and moments later Dean was on the floor. Sam paused the game and looked over to Dean.
"You okay there, Dean?" He asked.
Dean grunted through his teeth. "Does it look like I'm okay? The wrath of heaven just hit me in the nuts!"
"I was unaware you kept nuts in pants, Dean." Cas said. "Are your legumes okay?"
"Not anymore." Dean said through gritted teeth. "If I die, it's on you, Kevin."
"Dean, you're not gonna die." Kevin rolled his eyes.
"You say that now." Dean muttered. "You'll see when I'm dead."
"Are you gonna get off the floor, Dean?" Cas asked.
"Eventually. Thanks to you." Dean snarled.
Sam grabbed Dean's arm and yanked him up. Dean groaned as he came back into standing position.
"Learn your lefts from your rights, feathers." Dean shot.
"Dean, go easy on him." Sam said, smacking his brother against the arm. "He didn't know."
Dean sighed. "I'm sitting out next round."
Dean sat in a chair and scrolled through the list until he found 'I Was Made For Loving You' by KISS.
"Of course you pick a rock song." Sam retorted.
"I'm not going for any of this pop crap." Dean replied. "How do you guys listen to this?"
"Oh quit living in the past, old man." Charlie remarked as the music started playing.
"You're like 4 years younger than me." Dean replied. "I'm no old man. I just have a good taste in music."
"Keep telling yourself that." Sam added.
"Stay out of this, Sam." Dean ordered.
"Touchy." Sam replied.
"You bet I am." Dean said.
"He's just having trouble dealing with the sexual tension." Charlie said.
"Oh shut up!" Dean exclaimed.
"Why should I?" Charlie mocked.
"Because I don't feel like hiding a body tonight." Dean answered.
"You know this would be easier if you stopped denying it." Charlie winked.
"You know this would be easier if you didn't ship it." Dean replied.
"Never gonna sink my ship, child!" Charlie argued.
"How are you guys even communicating?" Sam scoffed.
"At the tip of each other's guns." Dean answered.
"She has a point, Dean." Sam teased.
"Well it's invalid." Dean shot back.
"Well, you're being awfully defensive for an accusation you claim isn't real." Sam pointed out.
Dean sighed. "This conversation is over."
"Wait Sam, do you ship it?" Charlie asked amazed.
"Nah." Sam shook his head. "I was just harassing him. He and Cas. That's a funny one."
"It will happen!" Charlie declared. "And then Kevin will owe me 33 seasons of Doctor Who."
"What?" Sam asked.
"Nothing." Kevin snapped.
"Maybe we should move on to hair and make up." Sam suggested.
"Good idea." Charlie chimed.
"Why not karaoke?" Kevin asked.
Sam shrugged. "We might need to be a little drunk before we sound good."
"True." Charlie smiled. "So, who wants to go first?"
"I volunteer Dean!" Sam immediately exclaimed.
"No fair!" Dean yelled. "I volunteer Sam!"
"I say Dean." Kevin said.
"C'mon, Cas! What happened to so glad you have me?" Dean asked.
Cas reluctantly turned to Charlie. "I vote Sam."
"Well I vote Dean!" She piped. "Come to the dark side."
"I'm honestly scared to." Dean retorted.
"Well, too bad."
Dean emerged from the bathroom still unaware of his appearance.
Sam turned red and immediately doubled over laughing. Kevin looked down and tried not to laugh. Cas cocked his head and looked confused.
"Dean. What is that in your hair?" Cas asked.
"Nothing. It's just really bad smelling shampoo." Dean answered. "Right Charlie? Right?!"
"It may or may not have been temporary hair dye." Charlie said slowly.
"Go to hell." Dean said as he ran looking for a mirror. He looked in his bedroom mirror and fumed at his appearance. He had black smoky eyeliner and bright red lipstick on. His hair was green in some places and red in others.
"Charlie!" Dean yelled. "This better wash out the second I step in the shower!"
"I'm so sorry you didn't enjoy my services. No refunds, sir." She smirked. "Sam. You're my next customer."
"I think Cas should go." Sam stammered.
"Nope. You're the chosen one." She replied.
Sam groaned.
After Charlie was through with him, Sam came out with bleach blonde hair in ringlets. On top of all that, he was wearing a pink head band. On his face he had fake eyelashes on and pink lipstick.
"I like you, Charlie." Dean sneered.
"Why did I smell bleach?" Sam asked worried.
"Cuz now you're a blonde." Dean smirked.
"No!" Sam yelled looking at his reflection in a plate.
"I'll dye you back brown later. I have your shade in my cabinet already." Charlie said.
"How are you not assassinated yet?" Sam scoffed. "It is 2 in the afternoon and I'm ready to do it myself."
"I think the whole 'Honey Boo Boo' thing suits you." Dean remarked.
"Kevin." Charlie teased wagging her finger.
Kevin shook his head. "Haha. NO."
"You're going to anyways." Charlie said.
"And I'm saving something special for Cas." Charlie added.
"My heart bleeds for you, Cas." Dean said.
"Thank you, but I do not need your blood." Cas responded.
Kevin emerged from the bathroom with his whole face tinted green and black eyeshadow all around his eyes. He had stitch marks around his lips and purple on his forehead.
"Hey you're a zombie!" Dean exclaimed. "That's kind of cool."
"Thank you." Charlie said. "It's your turn, Cas."
Cas walked back with her and sat down in the chair by the sink without hesitation.
"This water's going to be cold." Charlie said.
"That is fine." Cas replied.
"Great. Let's begin." Charlie smiled.
Cas walked out of the bathroom with his hair combed back and styled, parted at the side. Charlie had applied minimal makeup, just enough to bring out his eyes, and cover up scars.
"I do not see why you all dreaded her." Cas stated.
"Dude. How come she made you look better?" Sam asked.
"Cuz you can't fix perfection." Dean smirked pretending to flip his hair.
"Sam. It's 7. Can we just get to drinking?" Cas asked.
"Well that's not who I had planned to answer that question to." Sam remarked. "But since it's you, sure."
Cas instantly drank 27 shots of tequila and downed one of the high alcohol bottles that Dean had in the back.
"Someone was thirsty." Charlie joked.
"Let's get hammered." Dean laughed pouring three bottles worth of tequila shots on the table.
After they all drank them as fast as they could, the five friends lied on the floor together, which was a much more uncomfortable arrangement than the first night.
"I'm so drunk you don't actually look ugly." Dean said to Sam.
"You're a mean drunk, you know that." Sam slurred.
"And proud." Dean retorted. "Hey you know what we should do, Sammy?"
"What?" Sam replied.
"We should have an orgy." Dean smiled drunkenly.
"We've been over this before, Dean." Sam said. "There's no girls."
"Oh yeah." Dean mused.
"Well, we're drunk." Charlie mumbled. "What should we do?"
"Eat." Dean replied standing up and tripping his way to the fridge and pulling out the left over cake. He dropped it to the ground and it almost slid off it's plate.
"They each picked up a slice of the cake and began eating it, making a frosting mess everywhere.
Dean started giggling profusely.
"What's so funny?" Kevin asked.
Dean turned to Cas and smashed Cas's piece of cake on his face.
Cas wiped his hand down his face, scooping the frosting into his hand.
"What was that for?" Cas mumbled.
"For fun." Dean laughed.
"Well you know what?" Cas asked.
"What?" Dean answered.
"So is this." Cas whispered leaning into Dean.
Dean closed his eyes and leaned in towards Cas. He opened his eyes moments later when his face was covered in cake frosting, sounds of a giggling Cas in the background.
"Dammit, Cas." Dean mumbled.
"You did start this." Sam pointed out.
"No one asked you. This is personal now." Dean said squinting at Cas.
Dean scooped up Sam's cake. Sam called out, but Dean shoved it into Cas's face. They both laughed as Cas grabbed a piece from the actual cake and smashed it on Dean's head, getting white frosting all over his red and green hair. Dean jumped on top of Cas, pinning him to the floor. Dean grabbed a piece of cake and smashed it against Cas's nose.
"We should totally kiss." Charlie said to Sam.
Sam shook his head. "No we shouldn't."
"But you're hot." Charlie whined.
"But I'm a guy." Sam replied.
"That explains where your boobs went." Charlie mused.
"Want some cake?" Sam asked.
"No, I think this 3D porno is more entertaining." Charlie answered.
"That's just Dean and Cas." Sam said.
"Same thing, isn't it?" Charlie snickered.
Sam paused. "Oh." He laughed. "You're funny."
"I know." Charlie smiled.
Cas flipped Dean over and pinned Dean to the ground even harder.
"You're my bitch now." Cas smiled.
"Stuff it." Dean mumbled.
"Make me." Cas replied.
"I will then." Dean whispered, leaning into Cas.
Dean smashed frosting across the side of Cas's face.
"Oh no you don't." Cas said, stuffing the frosting into Dean's mouth.
"Cas that tastes like ass." Dean groaned.
"Guys what's going on?" Kevin asked scared.
No one payed attention to him.
"That's it. I'm going to to sleep then." Kevin said.
After no one answered, Kevin stood up and said, "I had sex with all your moms."
Still no one looked up. "Nice to know you all enjoy my presence."
"This is messy." Dean muttered.
"You're messy." Cas replied, still pinning Dean's arms above his head.
"I'll clean up later." Dean said. "We have more important things to do."
"Like what?" Cas asked.
"You know." Dean winked. "Annoy people. Eat cake. Watch chick flicks."
"You do that already, Dean." Cas laughed.
"Shut up, Cas. They don't know about the chick flicks." Dean whispered.
"Or what?" Cas tried daringly.
"Or I'll make you shut up by force." Dean said, still whispering.
"I'd like to see you try." Cas smiled.
Dean used all his energy and pulled his wrists out from Cas's grip. He used his hands to pry Cas off and shove his mouth full of cake.
"You can't feed me forever." Cas laughed.
"I can feed you till you pass out." Dean responded.
"Or I might not. Then what'll you do?"
"Guess I"ll just have to force more alcohol down you." Dean smirked, holding up a liquor bottle.
"With that?" Cas scoffed.
"With that." Dean answered.
"You can't force feed me from a bottle." Cas smiled.
"Oh really? Don't tempt me." Dean winked.
"I think I should." Cas replied.
Dean was about to say something when Sam tried to stand up, but fell and landed on Dean, causing him to fall into Cas's arms.
"Sammy you clumsy Sasquatch. Watch where you're going." Dean grumbled.
"Don't stop because of me." Sam said. "I liked where this was headed.
"Hey Cas. Did you hear about Dora?" Dean asked.
"Who's she?" Cas answered.
"Exactly." Dean smiled. "Like she never even happened.
"Why does that name make me upset?" Cas asked, the light fixtures overhead blowing out.
"Cas, calm it. We're running out of lights." Dean laughed.
"I'd have the whole west hemisphere in a blackout if you weren't there to help me, Dean." Cas said.
"You'd be screwed without me." Dean smiled.
"Nah. I'd be fine." Cas said.
"It's dark in here." Dean slurred.
"I'm tired." Cas replied.
"You're really fucking attractive when I'm drunk." Dean murmured.
"You're really fucking attractive when I'm sober." Cas replied.
The five tried to hold a conversation together, from the weird positions they were in, it didn't go well. Soon after, they'd all fallen asleep, Dean and Cas still a mess of frosting and limbs.
