To Sam and Charlie's credit, neither of them brought up the money. They had stayed at the show, and when they arrived home, they had let him sleep. The next morning, Sam brought him breakfast in bed, sitting beside him on the mattress as he poked at the eggs.

"You did really well last night, you know," Sam said matter-of-factly. "Sold three pieces. Apparently Cogsworth sold for two hundred thousand and there was a bidding war on the two other pieces when all the collectors realized."

Dean pushed the eggs away. Michael had inadvertently done him another favor. He was sick of favors from the Novak's.

"People really wanted that swirling statue as well, the one you said Mom had inspired. Everyone was pissed off that it was sold before the show."

"Hmm." Dean wasn't even sure what the noise was supposed to mean. He started gnawing on a strip of bacon like it was jerky. It tasted like cardboard.

"You could have gotten a lot more for that one."

All things considered, that statue had given him far more than he really wanted to deal with. Over four million dollars, a few nights of tense awkwardness, one night of great sex, and an aching heart. He wasn't sure a statue of his mother was really worth all that.

"I shouldn't have sold her. I should have sold the glass heart."

"I thought that was a constant work-in-progress?"

Sam had a ridiculously good memory for these things. And he'd also reminded Dean that now was probably the time to open up that delicate cage and add Castiel's name to the suspended heart. He couldn't work up the energy to do it. He could only just work up the energy to lie to his younger brother.

"It is. But that was Mom."

Sam squeezed his shoulder.

"Charlie said, if you want to watch chick flicks and curl up under the comforter today, she's there with you. I'll pretend I never knew there were chick flicks."

Dean nodded, and Sam got off the bed, leaving to go to work. Dean gave up on the breakfast, and took his plate downstairs, grabbing a sketchbook and some charcoal at the last minute as well. Charlie was in the front room, cushions and comforters everywhere, beers and junk food laid out on the coffee table. She was gathering the silliest movies from their collection, trying to avoid all the romance stories.

"Want some Disney?" She greeted him. He put his sketchbook down and pulled her into a hug.

"I want my little sister to know how awesome she is," He murmured.

"She knows. Want a Cheerleader marathon? All the Bring It On movies."

He kissed her forehead, and settled onto the couch as she lined up the first movie, before dragging a comforter with her and covering them both with it. They sat either end of the couch, their toes touching in the middle, as the Toro's started their enthusiastic cheering. It wasn't perfect, but it was a great attempt by his little sister to make him feel better. Halfway through the movie, at the weird toothbrush flirt scene, Dean slid his sketchbook onto his lap, found a fresh page, and started tracing the familiar outline of his sister as she smiled goofily at the screen.

She only became aware of Dean drawing as the credits rolled, and crawled over his side of the sofa to look, before burrowing down into a hug.

"It's beautiful, Dean."

"My muse helps." He tried to joke. It felt flat, but Charlie was determined to make him feel better. She snorted with laughter.

"And not just my incredible genes?" She ran a finger over the outline of the picture he had just drawn. "Seriously, you could sell your sketches."

"No one cares about that stuff in the art world, Char. Wasn't so long ago that a woman took a crap in a bed and called it art." Dean reminded her, and then shifted slightly, putting his arms around her. "I'm lucky enough people want the stuff I throw together."

"I'm lucky enough that they do too. Stops me having to get a real job."

"It's bad enough Sam has one."

"Ugh, I know. Always has to be responsible."

Dean managed a small smile, and she flashed him a brief grin, before turning serious.

"Are you going to be okay?" She asked in a small voice.

"I hope so. It's worse than the Benny situation."

"Yeah, I figured it might be."

They went quiet, and Dean added a few more touches to the sketch. Charlie got up and put in the first sequel, slipping back under one of his arms as it started up again.

"They'll never top Kirsten Dunst naked at the start," she commented.

"You don't even see her boobs."

"Shhhh, don't ruin the magic," Charlie nudged him. "Or if it's such a concern for you, sketch her fully naked for me."

"Marie Antoinette."

Charlie snorted with laughter again.

"We could put that on?"

"No, I'm heartbroken. No vaginas. I couldn't deal with that on top of everything else."

"At least draw me some boobs."

Dean poked her in the armpit, and put his sketchbook away, cuddling close to her as they watched the cheerleaders. He tried to focus on the pep, and the bitching, and the hypnotic routines and ignore the ache in his heart. He had really thought Castiel was the one, had thought they were going somewhere special. He still couldn't understand why Castiel would suddenly be engaged to someone he had described as a childhood friend. How Castiel didn't see the beauty of that one night they spent together. What the hell had gone wrong?

Little crazy, but I decided to watch all the Bring It On movies. I can't marathon it at the moment, but I'm doing one a night.

Felicia Day is in the first sequel.