That time Cas learned that friendship is magic.

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Jormungandor

"Jormungandor."

"Bless you."

"No. Jormungandor. It's in this book of Norse Mythology." Cas briefly held up the book for Dean to read. "Apparently the Vikings believed that a giant snake called Jormungandor held the world together."

Dean snickered from his spot, lounging against the desk in the bunker's library. "I know there's a dick joke in there somewhere, I know it."

Cas tilted his head. "I don't understand."

"Of course you don't." Dean rolled his eyes but couldn't help smiling. "You're clueless."

"This is why I'm reading, Dean. To learn." The angel looked so troubled that Dean's smile faded.

"That's why you've been practically avoiding me in favor of the library for the last few weeks? Because you think you need to be smarter?"

"I don't think, Dean, I know." Cas sighed in frustration, placing his book face down on the desk "I have known you for…many years, and I still don't understand what you're saying to me half the time."

Dean smirked. "Well that's just 'cause I mumble." His smile fell. "Look, Cas, you don't have to do this for me."

"I'm not doing it for you, Dean, I'm doing it for me. I want to be able to communicate with you properly and in order to do that, I need to understand more of the idiosyncrasies of this world."

"Well a little word of advice?"

"Anything you have to offer."

Dean picked up the book and closed it properly, sliding it to the other end of the desk. "You're not going to learn about the real world through books. You need visual stimulation."

Cas tilted is head. "I thought two men couldn't watch porn in the same room."

The hunter rolled his eyes. Clueless. "Not that kind of stimulation. I'm talking about movie and tv marathons. We're having a relatively quiet week in terms of hunting. I don't see why we can't start now." He slapped his knees before standing.

"And this will help me learn?"

"Or numb your brain." Dean smiled. "One of the two. Come on." He nodded to the angel, an invitation to follow him.

"Dean, thank you for helping me."

"Hey, that's what friends do."

Cas slowed his walk. "Friends."

"Yeah, I'm sure we can start with a FRIENDS marathon."

"No, Dean, I was wondering…how you define 'friendship'."

"Oh, that is such a loaded question." Cas stared at him, wide eyed and patient, until Dean sighed. "A friend is someone who is there for you; someone you trust."

"So we're…friends."

"No Cas, we're more like family. Family is there even through the bad times."

"So we are family."

"Why are you asking me all these questions?"

"I'm curious about our relationship. I read an article in the newspaper about how two men in a relationship is an abomination. And though I know they don't speak for the Lord, I'm concerned by how many people believe in this notion."

"A lot of people are concerned. But don't worry about us." Dean smirked., placing a friendly hand on the angel's shoulder. "Between the two of us, I think we can kick enough ass that nobody will bother us." He looked at Cas pointedly. "Regardless of our relationship."

"Good to know."

"Now." Dean walked over to Sam's laptop. "Charlie may have slipped me the Netflix login for some shady corporate executive." He smiled from across the room. "We are going to give you a proper education on the intricacies of humanity."