The ballroom was more decked out than Dean had seen all week in passing glances. Although most of the week had been spent either running through it or running by it, so he hadn't had any real opportunities to look as of yet. But now that he could see it? Wow. In order to enter, they had to walk under the two curving, glass staircases of the main atrium. The chandeliers were lit up sconces on the walls were dimmed. Dinner was to be served in the actual ballroom, which Dean was looking forward to immensely. If the rest of the food they'd had that week was any indication, the meal tonight was going to be good enough to actually kill him.

That is, if Cas didn't get to him first. Because, as much as Dean had tried to imagine him in the tux he was now wearing – which apparently he'd had tailored at some point during the week at the shop onboard – was just. It was good. It was a good tux. It made tuxes around it feel bad about themselves. As soon as Dean had seen him his throat had gone dry until Sam snorted and slapped him on the back and muttered 'tell your boyfriend he looks nice' which Dean hit him for. But he did follow directions. He had whispered it softly in Cas's ear as they walked arm in arm down to the ball. Cas had just smiled and whispered that Dean did also. Dean definitely didn't blush. Except he did. He totally did.

Charlie's jaw dropped open when she walked into the ballroom. The tables were all tight and intimate, lit with small candles like the karaoke bar from the night before, but with class. The dance floor was a deep shade of purple, sparkling under the glittering chandeliers, and a well-dressed band played at the front of the room. It was a nice mix of music, a bit of old and a bit of new. Charlie immediately felt like dancing. And her dress encouraged it. She'd bought it the week before getting on board and knew, when she'd looked in the mirror at the store, she was going to knock a few people over. Luckily, she even ended up with someone specific to impress.

Charlie's dress was floor-length and emerald green, covered in sequins from cap-sleeves to the flared bottom. Green had always been her color. She wore silver heels, not too tall, and a simple necklace, plus she had a couple of sparkly, silver clips that held her hair up in a complicated up-do. Overall, the look pretty much equaled an impressed, two-syllable 'damn'. Not that it compared to Hannah. Hannah, who had picked out her own gown the day they went shopping. The one that made Charlie's heart beat a little more wildly and made her palms sweat. Because, as much as others might look, that dress was hers to dance with tonight.

It was solidly black, made of a silky fabric. It was held up by two thick straps on either side that trailed into a semi-deep V-neck that did all kinds of things to Charlie. Not to mention the long slit that ran up the leg, stopping just above the knee on the right side. The whole thing was smooth as silk and feather-light to the touch. So touch it Charlie did. As they walked through the large doors and took in the round ballroom, she slid an arm around Hannah's waist and pulled her closer, eliciting a tiny smile from the angel.

"I'm going to get you to dance tonight," Charlie said. Hannah laughed softly. They were led to their table and the waiters generously pulled out their chairs and then pushed them in as Hannah and Charlie took their seats. Hannah leaned over as soon as the waiters departed and tucked a stray hair behind Charlie's ear before whispering softly.

"You look beautiful," Charlie's stomach filled with heat, as did her cheeks. She loved the way Hannah's breath felt against her ear. She smelled like violets after a thunderstorm. It was intoxicating.

"Not as incredible as you," Charlie responded. The reached beneath the table and intertwined their fingers. Looking across the round table, she could tell Dean and Cas had done the same. They had only just received their first glasses of champagne when Sam arrived with Eva on his arm. The pair of them were imposing. They made a gorgeous couple. Eva's dress was deep pink with a sequined black sash across her waist. It was sleeveless and emphasized the curves of her body perfectly. And, Charlie admitted, Sam looked pretty good in a tux. They looked like a damn power couple. They both took their seats between the two already seated couples.

"Hey, guys," Eva said with a smile.

"I love your dress, Eva," Charlie said. She received an honestly thrilled smile.

"Really?" she said. "Not too much?"

"Not at all," Hannah said.

As expected, dinner was amazing. Everyone got something different and tried – as subtly as possible since it didn't seem totally acceptable in their current setting – bits off of each other's plates. It was universally agreed upon that Cas's dish was the best. It was some kind of beef dish with mushrooms and a sauce that was going to be on Dean's taste buds for a week. The music shifted and a few couples got up to dance. Sam smiled at the floor, and then at Eva, and they were quickly up and away.

"Go ahead and get dessert," Sam said as he was led away. As soon as they made it to the floor, he gave Eva a twirl and pulled her tight against his chest. Dean chuckled.

"Damn, they look good together," he said. Charlie leaned forward over the table.

"Right? Total power couple," she said. "Plus, I kinda like her." Dean nodded absently.

"Yeah, he should try to keep her around," Dean said. "Maybe take her out on a real date. Where they don't get wasted." Everyone laughed at that. Cas leaned over.

"Do you want to dance?" he whispered in Dean's ear. Dean shifted in his chair.

"Let's get dessert," he said. Cas gave him a hard look but nodded amiably. Charlie and Hannah, it seemed, made a similar call. Instead of getting different things, they each got crème brûlée. None one present had ever had it before, so it seemed like the fair choice. Although, after the actuallyflaming Flaming Alaska walked past once, Dean felt maybe he'd made the wrong call. As soon as the waiters came around and cleared off the table, Charlie squeezed Hannah's hand.

"Care to dance, beautiful?" she asked. Hannah smiled and stood, drawing both of them to their feet.

"I would like nothing more," she said. They started walking towards the floor and Charlie turned to give a quick thumbs up to Dean, which he returned weakly. Once they were actually on the floor, Hannah looked less sure. Charlie took the hint and began to lead.

"Just follow the music, and follow me," she said. Hannah smiled at her as they stepped back and forth.

"Anywhere," she said. Charlie rolled her eyes but blushed.

"Ah, the sentimental type. Very dangerous," she said. She arched her eyebrow and Hannah gave a light laugh. She leaned forward and breathed against Charlie's ear, much the way she had earlier.

"You have no idea," she said. It was heavy and wet and Charlie's knees felt weak for a minute. Dean had just not taken the right liberties with Cas, apparently, because Hannah seemed to be picking up the human thing just fine, thank you very much. Cas had taken, what, six years? Charlie just figured that was what you got when you were landed with emotionally constipated Winchesters as your human teachers. Then Hannah grabbed her tightly around the waist, dipped her, and then brought her back up to plant a kiss on her lips and Charlie stopped thinking for a while.

Dean and Cas took their time at the table. Dean grew more agitated with every passing minute. He fiddled with the little cloth napkin at his place and swallowed champagne deeply with every drink. He felt the bubbles in his stomach mix with the butterflies and felt like he might explode.

"You don't have to dance if you don't want to," Cas said. They had been in silence for so long his voice startled Dean.

"Oh, no, it's fine," Dean blurted. "I totally want to dance. Very excited." He took another sip of his drink.

"That is very apparent by your panicked sitting," Cas said, dryly. Dean breathed out of his nose heavily.

"Asshole," he muttered. Cas took Dean's hand and brought it to his mouth for a kiss, lightly, on the knuckles.

"If you aren't comfortable, then I would never want to push you," he murmured. Dean fell back into his chair, not releasing Cas's hand.

"I'm no dancer, Cas," he said. Cas's lip upturned.

"And I am?" he asked. Dean snorted.

"Do you want to dance, Cas?" he asked, hesitantly. Cas considered the question, and then looked out at the floor before turning his gaze back to Dean.

"I would like to dance with you," he said. Dean face crinkled into a smile at that.

"Then let's go," he said. "But no promises that I won't embarrass both of us."

"Noted," Cas laughed. The song changed, shifting from the upbeat tones to a more slow number. Good, Dean could probably handle slow. He pulled Cas out onto the floor, ignoring the smug grins he got from both Sam and Charlie on the way. Once they arrived in the middle of the floor, Dean pulled Cas against him and put one hand on his waist and the other in Cas's grasp.

Cas seemed to understand, because he immediately snaked his own arm around Dean's waist. Dean's whole body released all the tension he had been holding as soon as Cas had hold of him. He leaned his head down so their heads were lined up and then rested his chin on Cas's shoulder. They swayed to the music, Dean leading Cas where the angel wasn't sure how to follow the tempo. He was a fast learner.

"This is nice," Cas said, lowly.

"It's perfect," Dean responded. The song gradually drew closer to the end, and Dean began to dread letting go. He pulled Cas tighter to him. Just as the song ended, a flash went off. Dean spun both of them in the direction of the light and ended up glaring at Sam, who had his phone out and had just snapped a picture. His brother waved the phone in the air triumphantly and placed it back in his pocket. He swept Eva into a turn abruptly so Sam was no longer looking Dean's way. But just as they turned, Dean caught a glance at Eva, who was also giving him a smug grin. Damn, Sam really had picked one. Against his better judgment, he honestly liked her. He made a promise to himself to snap a picture of them together later. For sentimentality's sake.

After a few more dances, the night was drawing to a close and the band packed up. The group made their way back together just in time to say their goodnights and then float apart again. They all knew the others wanted alone time that night. Sam and Eva took off in the direction of Eva's room and Dean could do nothing but fondly shake his head.

Hannah and Charlie were both laughing when they exited. As soon as they got out of the ballroom, they sat down and peeled off their heels with nearly orgasmic sighs. Which drew more laughter from each of them. Then they hiked up their dressed, grabbed hands, and ran up the glass staircases. They blew past other couples, occasionally shouting sorry back as they passed. Finally, they got the pool. There was no one around, and the pool was only lit up with a couple of the colorful lights from beneath the water so it glowed purple. The both collapsed onto the deck and put their feet in the pool, careful to keep their dresses out of the water. Charlie leaned back on her hands and looked up at the sky as she kicked in the water.

"This is what we did our first night," she said. Hannah reached over and grabbed her hand before leaning back and looking up at the stars also.

"I like this more than the first night," Hannah said. Charlie smiled. She tilted her head down and leaned over towards Hannah. She pressed her lips softly against Hannah's and made a small noise when Hannah immediately opened her mouth to allow Charlie to kiss her more deeply. They sat like that for a while, feet kicking in the pool as they kissed, before Charlie pulled back. She bit her lip.

"I like it more than the first night, too," she said. She licked her lips. "So," she said, trying to sound saucy, "Would you perhaps like to come back to my room?" Hannah responded by crushing against her in a more aggressive kiss. Charlie grinned into her mouth.

Best. Vacation. Ever.

Meanwhile, Dean and Cas shimmied off in the own direction. They found their way out to the deck, looking over the edge of the huge boat. Dean trailed his fingers over Cas's arms as they looked.

"I'm glad you made me dance," Dean said.

"I'm glad you danced." They both chuckled. Their lonely spot overlooking the ocean didn't last for long, as all the stragglers from the ballroom quickly joined them. Dean didn't mind. As long as he was stroking Cas's arm and he could feel Cas looking at him the way he was, he would feel like they were alone. Then the last person Dean could have guessed walked on deck with a microphone. Bart, in a more reserved tux jacket.

"We want to thank everyone for spending this week with us!" Bart shouted into the mic. There was a loud splattering of applause and cheering. "Now, to conclude our cruise, everyone is encouraged to turn their attention to the skies." He bowed and handed his mic off to an assistant. Dean heard music begin to play over the speakers. Above them, there was a loud boom that cracked across the sky. An explosion of color erupted in front of the stars and trailed downwards like water droplets.

"Fireworks," Dean said. He almost laughed. Fireworks. The ones that had always reminded him of Sam and spending a night nearly burning down a field. There weren't as many tonight, just a few. But they were loud and bright and colorful and they reflected across Cas's face to highlight all the little contours that Dean loved so much. Instead of looking at the sky, he looked at his angel. And as the last few fireworks cracked across the sky, Dean leaned forward and captured Cas's lips with his own, feeling the boom in their hearts more than hearing it explode above them.

Cheering erupted around them and, even though Dean knew it was for the fireworks, he liked to think it was for them.

ONE WEEK LATER

"Guys!" Dean yelled from the war room. "I got it all set up!" The projector was all ready to go, screen frozen on the image of his desktop photo. He was excited. It was finally time to get everyone together to look. It wasn't exactly a slide show, but there were pictures. And music. So maybe it was a slide show and Dean was a sap, but whatever. He was a sap in love. And speaking of that. Cas came up behind him without warning and snaked his arms around Dean's middle, pulling them close together. Dean craned his head and kissed the little patch of skin below Cas's ear.

"Hey there," he said with a smile.

"Hello, Dean," Cas said. Dean chuckled at the old greeting.

"Ugh, I leave you for two minutes," Charlie's voice said from the doorway. Dean flipped her off and Cas kissed the back of Dean's neck in protest. Charlie made a disgusted noise.

"Oh, sure, Pot," he said. "I'll just be over here making out with Kettle."

"Touché," Charlie said. Hannah walked into the room just in time, sinking into the chair next to Charlie. She placed a kiss on Charlie's head before she sat and Dean raised an eyebrow as if to say 'point proved'.

"Coming!" Sam yelled from down the hall. He ran in with a couple foil dishes of Easy Pop and a six pack. He put them both on the table and Dean reached for the six pack first, deftly removing the cap. "Sorry, I was wrapping up a call."

"Ah, and how is Eva?" Charlie asked. Sam reddened.

"She's good," he said. "We're gonna, uh, meet up next week."

"You're driving all the way to Florida?" Dean asked in a shocked voice. Sam shook his head.

"No, more like a meet-in-the-middle kind of thing," he said. He looked bashful.

"Tell her we all said hello," Cas said with a smile. Sam bit his lip but his cheeks pinched up in a small laugh.

"Of course," he said.

"Alright, is everyone ready?" Dean asked, turning attention back to the task at hand. He rubbed his hands together when he received the universal affirmative. Sam collapsed into his chair at the end of the table. "Ok, here we go." He pressed play on the song and everyone but Sam burst into laughter. The beginning strains of I Wanna Know What Love Is played loudly over Dean's new little laptop speakers. Sam's face reddened and he glared at Dean, who just grinned cheekily.

The first picture flashed up onscreen, a little image that Charlie had asked someone to take at the airport. All of them were in it, lined up with their little suitcases. Charlie and Sam were beaming, Hannah and Cas both wore tiny smiles, and Dean looked like he might be sick. It was one of the only pictures of all of them on the whole trip, and Dean kinda loved it. The pictures continued to flash up on the screen. One of Hannah with a plate full of food and a grin on her face. One of Cas looking dubiously at a stand that sold large hats on the beach. A great shot of Hannah and Charlie beaming in front of a waterfall after their first kiss. Eventually, Sam spoke up.

"Does it have to be this song?" he asked. Dean grinned, preparing himself for the shit storm.

"Just wait until I play the video," he said. He barely ducked in time to miss the bottle cap Sam hurled at him, but it was worth it. Finally, the last picture faded up onto the projector screen. The last day. All of them were lined up in front of the railing on the boat and the harbor could be seen in the background. Charlie was leaning around Hannah, her arms wrapped around the angel's waist, and they both had their mouths open wide in laughter. Dean had one arm slung over Sam's shoulders, and one slung around Cas's waist. They all looked totally and utterly happy. Dean flicked the lights on and took a swig of his beer.

"So," he asked, "What did you all think?" Everyone was still looking at the picture smiling, so Cas was the one to speak up. He moved back behind Dean and kissed his head before wrapping his arms around Dean's neck carefully.

"Perfect," he said. Dean grinned. Yeah, it really was.

AN: And that's the end! I hope you all enjoyed. I know I loved writing this. And hey, this is my first finished NaNoWriMo piece which is just awesome for me. If you want you should totally follow me on tumblr at preparetobemildlyentertained. That would be awesome. And please, please, please leave a comment if you enjoyed reading. It would make my whole week (and I'm not even sort of kidding). Thanks for reading!