A/N: I included my Wayward Sisters here, even Kaia, because, honestly I'm still not over about what happened with that show :/

9.-Hanging out with friends

It wasn't exactly a 'vacation' like Dean had planned for so long, there was still a nasty, awful supernatural creature to hunt down, but maybe twelve people to get a ruggaru, were too much. And rent a cabin next to the beach, for the all weekend was more Cas idea than his own.

But, after everything all of them had been through, it was necessary, so they took the chance and made all their friends pack, even Gabriel.

It was a full day of driving from the bunker in Kansas to Race point Beach, where they would be staying. Dean, Cas, Sam, Jack and Charlie went in the Impala (Because Dean wouldn't go anywhere without his baby) and the rest of them rented a very large motor home.

On the road, they sang along with the radio, told jokes and made plans about what to do when they kill the monster. Time to time, the Winchester took turns to drive and every a couple of hours one of the Impala's passengers changed to the other vehicle, to get some sleep. Everyone, except Dean, obviously, and Castiel, who wouldn't leave Dean's side for nothing in the world. Not ever again.

They arrived, guided by Gabriel, who stopped the motor home in front of an enormous mansion. "Welcome home, fellas." He said, once everybody was out the vehicles.

"Dude, what the hell? We can't afford this!" Sam argued.

"Yeah, you don't but I can!" The archangel replied, his hands on his hips. "And all the other places were too small for all of us, besides, I don't wanna hear these two assholes doing their stuff... again." He finished looking at Dean and Cas.

"So we won't have to share rooms?" Claire asked.

"Duh..." Gabriel replied. "Now, who wants to know uncle Gabe's house?"

"I won't call you 'uncle' because is creepy," Dean replied. "But, dips on the principal room!" He said and run inside the house.

The rest of them followed him and soon enough they all were inside, looking and wandering around. The place was really big. Ten rooms, six bathrooms, a massive kitchen, a 60 inch tv screen, two big sofas where easily the twelve of them could fit, and a pool in the backyard.

They agreed on had some hours of sleep and then, set a meeting to hunt that freaking ruggaru down.

The room Dean had asked for (and won against Jodie) had a large window, from where they can see the beach and the sundown.

"This is really nice." Castiel said.

"Yeah, that's one word for it." Dean replied and hugged Castiel from the back. "Did you know Gabriel was going to do this?"

"No, but I should suspect it. He did all sorts of mean comments when we were looking for a cabin." Dean kissed Cas's neck. "I thought you were supposed to rest." He said softly, turning around slowly.

"Yeah, but I can make some space in my agenda for you." Dean replied and kissed Cas's lips, pushing him back a bit, so they were walking towards the bed. "Besides, that bed is way too big for me alone..."

Castiel laughed. "I still think you need to rest, but I can lay with you if you want."

"Of course I want, I always want."

They both fell to the bed and stayed there, looking through the window, soft hands wandering all over each other's body and lazy kissed joined the whispers of love and devotion. About an hour later, Sam knocked at the door. Dean kissed Cas again and got up.

The most experienced hunters were after the creature, while the rest of them stayed at the house, making preparations for their return. It was close to midnight when the sound of the Impala called Cas's ear and he stood by the window, looking at the hunters coming back victorious. He opened the front door and hugged Dean tightly.

"Told you it wasn't a big deal." The man whispered, rubbing Cas's back.

"I missed you." The angel replied. They kissed.

When they pulled apart, Dean realized there were a lot of eyes on them "What? Did you guys miss something or what?"

The hunters cleaned themselves, while Charlie, Jack and Castiel set a table where everybody sat around. They made toasts and eat, telling old stories about hunting and life. Ordinary life. Dean and Cas were holding hands all the time.

"We should go to the beach." Kaia said.

"Yeah, I guess tomorrow afternoon we could go." Sam said, and took a sip of his beer.

"No, but like, now. The beach at night is a different level of magic." the girl insisted.

"Yeah, we should totally go and make a bonfire." Claire supported her girlfriend's idea. "We are literally three steps away, and I don't know, it's kinda lame to be here when we could be outside, looking at the stars, breathing fresh air..."

"I think the girls had a point there." Donna added.

"I'm already in." Charlie added.

Sam, Jodie and Dean looked at each other. Alex and Patience glanced at Jack. Castiel and Gabriel shrugged. "What the hell, let's go!" Dean finally said.

They all stood and went to grab things to the rooms, like blankets, material to make a bonfire, food and Charlie came up with a guitar. "You play?" Jack asked, feeling curious.

"Very little and very bad, but I guess in this colorful group, someone does. You play anything?" The girl asked while they went down the stairways.

"No, not really. I was looking at piano videos the other day and it called my attention, but I don't know if I would be able to do it myself." The Nephilim replied.

"You wanna learn piano?" Dean asked, walking behind them. "I could teach you, I'm not an expert, but I know a couple of songs" Then he grabbed Charlie's guitar. "And about that, it's a freaking bonfire, I'll keep this for ya, until you got a couple of beers inside and remember who to play a classic bonfire song, alright?"

They left the house, walking slowly. They decided to locate behind some dunes, to avoid the cold air. They put the wood and all the paper they've got for the bonfire and the humans made several attempts to light it up, but none of them were productive. Then, Gabriel just snapped his fingers, rolling his eyes. "If the first men were like you, your entire species would be doomed."

"Well, that's why there are women too." Claire said. The archangel got speechless.

They sat around the bonfire and told more stories. It was an impressive amount of popular culture reunited with celestial tales from before time. They drank and laughed until Dean ran his fingers through the guitar. "Is that a complement to make you look handsome or you actually play?" Gabriel asked, eyebrow lifted.

"I'm not drunk enough to sing yet." Dean replied, taking another sip of his beer.

Castiel leaned against him, "Babe, please..."

Dean looked at him and rolled his eyes. It wasn't fair. "Alright, fine." He took the guitar and tested its sound. He stopped. "Damn, I don't know what to play"

They all laughed. Then, he started to play the first chords of Sweet home Alabama. But when the part of the lyrics started, no one followed him. "You guys are the worst."

"Why don't you start with something we all know?" Sam suggested. "There are some classics like Wanderwall for instance."

"How the hell you call that a classic?" Dean said, looking offended.

"It's old, ak.a, is a classic." Alex added.

Both of the Winchesters, Donna and Jodie looked at her mouth opened.

"Let's ignore her for a second. Now, if you don't know the song I about to play, I really will throw this guitar to the freaking ocean and go to bed." Dean threated. "And, note aside for you, Cas, if you don't know it, you'll sleep on the couch tonight."

"Castiel does not sleep." Jack said, confused.

"He knows what I mean." Dean replied.

He started to play the first chords of Nothing else matters.

So close, no matter how far...

Everybody sang along, until the chorus. There, they let him sing alone. His voice was amazing.

"That was beautiful." Castiel said, running a hand through Dean's hair.

"Thanks sweetheart." They kissed briefly.

"I think you gotta sing something romantic for Cas." Kaia said, placing her head on Claire's shoulder.

"I think the hell no. That's private." Dean replied. "Come on, thoughts?"

"What about Stairway to heaven?" Sam asked.

"Too freaking long. And I don't wanna disrespect the song, nor my audience." He thought for a moment. "But if is Zeppelin what you guys want..."

Let me take you to the movies

Can I take you to the show...

Most of them just listened, except for Claire, who sang along the entire song.

"Ok, last song of this singer and then... I don't know, anybody knows more songs?" Dean said and took a sip of his beer. "This one, my friends, is for all of you."

He started to play and Kaia clapped. Jody smiled and Sam shook his head. The ones who identified the song started to follow the rhythm beating on their legs or clapping.

Dean smirked.

It's all the same, only the names will change
Everyday, it seems we're wastin' away
Another place where the faces are so cold
I drive all night just to get back home

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive...

They all just exploded singing along at the top of their lungs, moving side to side, looking into each other's eyes. It was magic. They all knew the feeling, they all understood why Dean had decided to sing that song. Why it was so freaking important on that night that maybe, far back, he never thought would come.

After that, a minute of silence, a few jokes and Charlie took over the guitar, singing a couple of new songs that the young people of the group sang along happily. Then was Jodie, who made a part of Simple man. It was quieter now and the supplies to keep the bonfire alive were almost out, it was when Sam took the guitar. Dean looked at him questioning. "Dude, you literally haven't touched a guitar since you were sixteen."

"No... I... I actually had a guitar back in Samford... Jess..." Sam smiled. "It's a freaking beautiful night. We are all here, we all had lost and now finally we got our fucking win. Let me do it. I'm not that rusty."

Sam played The Unforgiven. Then, he sighed and said. "For my next song, I want you all with me, ok?"

Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more.

Cas hugged Dean as tight as he could.

They stayed quiet for a while and looked into the sky. It was a clean night, so the stars were actually there, filling the night sky until the sight got and beyond.

"This is beautiful." Jack mumbled.

"Yeah, kiddo, it is." Gabriel replied. The archangel smiled.

When the bonfire died, they walked around. Some of them went near the sea, others just sat on the sand.

"Freaking dreams can make true, even for us, uh, Sammy?" Dean sat next to his brother. Cas was a few meters, talking to Jack and Claire.

"I guess so. I can't believe this is actually happening. Do... do you remember how long? How long since you went for me to Stamford?"

"Fourteen years." Dean replied, looking away. "Ten years since Cas drag my ass back from hell... I... God. I guess I didn't understand it back then, why did you like that, you know. Just sat with your girl, talking about the weekend or making plans for the future, but yeah, I think I get it know. And since I do, it's time to apologize for what I did to you, for drag you all over the country, doing this, for getting you killed so freaking many times, hell, for dying myself. I'm sorry Sammy... if I could go back..."

"I wouldn't change anything, you know?" Sam interrupted his brother, looking at him. Their eyes met briefly. "I mean, there were a lot of mistakes, but the important stuff, you know, our road to here, I wouldn't change it... I wouldn't change this for anything in the world." Silence and Donna laugh at the distance made they both look back. Dean and Cas glanced each other and of course, Sam noticed it. "We already did our part of the chick flick, so now go to your angel. We're good here."

"What do I say to him?"

"Whatever the hell you want." Sam said. Dean stood. "Jerk."

"Bitch."

Dean walked towards Castiel and they met in a middle point. Their hands met as well and they walked, getting away from the crowd a bit. "What's on your mind?" Castiel asked, standing in front of Dean.

"Nothing, just..." Dean looked back at his friends. "I could get used to this, you know... us, people talking and singing... a house, a beach and not a freaking apocalypse on the horizon."

"That sounds nice." Castiel said. Their fingers interlaced and they both stared at it for a couple of seconds.

"It is nice. Look at them, look at us. I was talking to Sam and I realized... this is it. This is what I want."

"Are you talking about retirement?" The angel asked, looking into Dean's eyes.

Dean smiled softly. "I'm talking about retirement with you. Because, you know... none of this would be possible without you."

Castiel smiled and a single tear rolled down his cheek. He carefully brushed his fingers against Dean's skin. They kissed slowly.

When Dean opens his eyes, they're still there. All of them. And Cas. Cas is looking at him like he is the most precious thing in the world.