December 10th

Dean woke up refreshed and energized, more so than most mornings. He smiled as he waltzed out of his room and headed towards the fridge. Dean grabbed the Wheaties off the top off the fridge and then searched through it for the milk.

"Aha!" He exclaimed as he finally pulled out the milk.

"What's got you in such a good mood today?" Sam asked.

"Nothing. I just slept really nice last night. That's all." Dean said.

Sam gave him a weird look. "Don't you always sleep well? These beds are more comfortable than any of the other beds we've slept in in years, Dean."

"I just slept extra good last night then." Dean replied. "What's it to you?"

"Nothing." Sam said submissively. "You've just been acting weird the last couple days. And I think it's starting to add up."

"Humor me." Dean retorted.

"You've met someone. I can tell. Spill." Sam said.

"What? No! That's stupid!" Dean exclaimed. "How could I meet someone? With our life? Really?"

Sam shrugged. "You're lying. I'm your brother. You can tell me."

"I'm not lying. I didn't meet anyone. And I'm not on some love high either." Dean said.

"Whatever." Sam smirked.

Dean spooned some Wheaties into his mouth. "These need sugar. Do we have sugar?"

"Yeah. It's in the cabinet." Sam said turning away to do something else.

Dean grabbed a couple packs of sugar and tore them open above his bowl. "That's better."

After Dean finished his cereal, he went back into his room to get dressed.

Dean pulled yesterday's shirt off over his head. He turned to his brown duffel and began searching for a clean shirt. After a few moments of rummaging, Dean pulled a shirt out and set it on the bed. He zipped up his duffel and then picked up his shirt. He started shoving his hands into the sleeves when he heard a soft ruffling.

"Hello, Dean." Cas said.

"Cas." Dean smiled, as he pulled the shirt over his head. "What do you need?"

"We need to talk." Cas replied, stepping closer to Dean.

Dean put his hand on Cas's forearm.

"About what?" Dean asked.

Cas looked at Dean's hand on his arm. "We can't do this."

"Why not?" Dean asked, pulling his hand away.

"We just can't." Cas said sternly.

"At least give me a reason." Dean shot.

"Because you think highly of me." Cas answered.

"And?" Dean asked.

"And I'm not worthy of your respect." Cas said harshly.

Dean's expression softened. "Don't say that."

"Dean. I'm an angel." Cas scowled. "I've lived millions of years. And I remember every single second of it. In all that time, I have done terrible things, Dean."

"That was then. You're not that person anymore, Cas." Dean said sympathetically.

"Deep down I am, Dean. And you can tell yourself that all you like, but all you're doing is lying to yourself." Cas replied.

"Cas, I don't give a rat's ass about what you did or didn't do." Dean said sharply.

"Dean, we both know I've tried or threatened to kill you and your family numerous times. I don't understand the blind faith you have in me." Cas replied, slightly raising his voice.

"Cas." Dean started sternly, cupping the angels face with his hands. "You're going to need to stop hating yourself somewhere along line. I've forgiven you for all that, because I know that wasn't you, and I know how much shit you give yourself everyday about it already."

Dean moved his hands from Cas's face and trailed them down to rest on his shoulders.

"You need to forgive yourself, Cas."

"You should listen to your own advice more often, Dean." Cas said.

"Well, I'm stubborn like that." Dean smirked.

"Indeed you are." Cas smiled.

"So are you done there, Rose?" Dean asked.

"My name is not Rose, Dean." Cas responded.

Dean chuckled. "You unsunk the freakin' ship and you've never seen the movie?"

"The Titanic? I'm afraid not." Cas responded.

"In short then, are you going to stop being a whiny bitch or will I have to shut you up myself?" Dean smirked.

"Is that a threat?" Cas asked.

"I do believe it is." Dean responded.

"Then I'd like to see you try." Cas growled.

"You sure? Because I can be very thorough when I want."

"Positive." Cas replied under his breath.

"Well then, here goes nothing." Dean replied in the same tone, stepping closer to Cas.

Dean leaned in to Cas, and Cas leaned into Dean. Right before their lips met, Dean shoved his hands into Cas's sides.

"Dean!" Cas yelled. "Dean stop that!"

Dean shoved Cas onto his bed and moved his hands to Cas's neck.

"Dean, this feels weird!" Cas shouted.

"You asked for it." Dean replied.

Cas squirmed under Dean's hands. "Dean, I don't like this. Stop it."

"No." Dean replied. "I'm enjoying this."

"Well, I am not." Cas replied as he tried to turn away from Dean.

"Angel of the Lord." Dean mused. "Helpless to tickling."

"Stop it!" Cas yelled, scrunching his head into his torso.

"Make me." Dean said as he burrowed his fingers further into Cas's neck.

"Like you said, Dean. I'm an Angel of the Lord. I'm stronger than you. You sure you want to go there?" Cas asked.

"Positive." Dean replied.

"You're going to regret this right about..." Cas said as he grabbed Dean's upper arms and swung him onto the bed beside Cas. Cas sat up and swung his leg over Dean's waist, straddling him and pinned him down at the shoulders. "Now."

Sam slowly turned the knob on Dean's bedroom door. He quickly swung it open and and aimed his gun.

His face instantly changed to a very confused expression as he holstered his gun back into his waistband.

"Oh, hey Sam." Dean said turning his head towards his brother.

"Dean?" Sam asked confused.

Dean looked towards Cas. "This." Dean motioned between he and Cas. "Is not what it looks like."

"Do tell." Sam said.

"I told him to shut up or I'd make him. And he said to go ahead. So I had two options." Dean explained.

"Which were?" Sam asked.

"French him or tickle him." Dean answered. "So which do you think I chose?"

"Both." Sam responded with a devious smile.

"Oh, shut up!" Dean yelled.

"Well, just lock your door and keep your sex noises to a minimum, okay?" Sam smiled.

Dean grabbed a pillow and threw it at his brother. "We were not 'doing the do', Sam."

"Then why is he sitting on you?" Sam asked.

"The little mofo jumped me!" Dean exclaimed.

"Onto the bed?" Sam scoffed.

"Yes, no." Dean stammered. "I originally through him on the bed and started tickling him. Then he told me to stop, I said to make me, and he jumped me."

Sam nodded.

"I don't need to explain myself to you." Dean scowled. "Now would you mind? We were in the middle of something."

"Yeah. Sure. I'll leave you to it, then. Enjoy your sexy tickle fight."

Dean grabbed his other pillow and hurled it at Sam. "There is no sexy aspect to this."

"Jeez." Sam muttered. "Have fun in your completely friendly, not sexy at all tickle fight."

Dean nodded and Sam walked out of the room.

"Where were we?" Dean asked turning back to Cas.

"I believe the modern expression is that you're my bitch now." Cas smiled leaning into Dean.

"You sure about that?" Dean asked. Dean threw his hips, and Cas into the air. He pulled his legs in, and used them to lift Cas off him and throw him over him backwards. Dean pinned Cas's wrist to the bed straddling him, like Cas had prior.

"Because I think you need to reevaluate your situation." Dean whispered.

"I could do this all day, Dean." Cas replied.

"We might have to." Dean remarked.

"So what was all that about?" Charlie asked.

"Apparently Dean and Cas are having a completely friendly, non sexy tickle fight on Dean's bed." Sam explained. "I think we're going to have a little while before Cas decides what we're going to do today."

Charlie laughed. "Someone's going to owe me a Doctor Who box set."

"Nothing's official yet." Kevin said. "I bet I'm still going to win."

"Since when does Dean have tickle fights?" Charlie asked.

Kevin shrugged. "How would I know?"

Dean and Cas were breathing quick and loud in sync.

"My turn." Dean breathed. He turned on his stomach, so Cas was on his back and stood up, sending Cas falling onto the mattress.

"You know what they say." Dean smiled, propping himself up on his hands behind him.

"What's that?"

"What goes up, must come down." Dean responded. "And you're going down."

Dean leaped forward and shoved his hands into Cas's ribcage. Cas tossed and turned under Dean's grasp. Cas laughed loudly while gasping for breath.

"Dean." He stopped for a breath. "Stop it. Please. No more."

Cas propped himself up on his elbows. "Stop this. Now."

Dean giggled. "Let's see. How about no?"

Dean burried his face in Cas's neck while resuming tickling Cas's ribs.

"I give up! I surrender!" Cas yelled. "You win!"

"I don't care about winning. I only care about the game." Dean smirked.

"Why's that?" Cas asked between laughing.

"Because that's the fun part." Dean breathed, lingering mere inches above Cas's face.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds doing nothing, just looking into each other's eyes. Then Cas, leaned forward and pecked Dean on the lips.

"Excuse me? What was that?" Dean asked. "I didn't quite hear you."

"Good." Cas said. "Because a vivid image is worth a million words."

Cas gripped Dean's T-shirt and pulled Dean closer to him. Cas crashed his mouth into Dean's and moved his hands into Dean's hair.

"I like where this is heading." Dean mused.

Cas pushed Dean to a sitting position and Dean pulled Cas up by his tie. Cas leaned back in towards Dean, but dean put a finger on his chest and held him back.

"So this is your way of saying that you were wrong about all that stupid shit you said earlier?" Dean smirked removing his hand.

Cas smiled into a soft kiss. "You could say that."

"Apology accepted." Dean said.

They were interrupted by a rapping at the door.

"Are you almost done with your completely meaningless tickle fight? The rest of us have a day to spend." Sam groaned.

Dean fixed Cas's hair and tie, then quickly patted down his messed up hair. "Yeah. Fine."

"This isn't over." Dean turned to Cas and winked.

Sam looked past Dean to Cas. "What were your plans for today?"

Cas paused a moment. "I thought going to a carnival would be nice."

"Well the fair's out of season." Sam said. "But we could just go to a local amusement park."

Cas nodded. "That sounds acceptable."

"Well we better hurry and go, because it's almost three." Sam said.

"I think you're right there. Be out in five."

"Who even has a 'tickle fight' that long?" Sam muttered walking off.

"Amusement park?" Dean asked. "Where'd that come from?"

Cas shrugged. "Just sounded fun."

"Weirdo." Dean smiled.

"Well you're stuck with me now." Cas chimed.

"Dammit." Dean muttered.

"You're being humorous, correct?" Cas asked panicked.

"Of course. Who wouldn't want this fine piece of ass?" Dean said slapping Cas's butt on the way out.

"Everyone ready?" Dean asked enthusiastic.

"Yep." Sam nodded. "You know where the place is?"

Dean thought for a moment. "It's has the driveway with the blue sign in front right?"

"That's the one." Sam said.

"Then that's where we're headed. I pass that place on the way to the bar." Dean smiled.

Dean paid for all day VIP access and food passes. He handed everyone one.

Dean grabbed Cas's wrist and pulled him off into the crowd, only stopping to make sure they were headed the right way.

"Where are we going?" Cas asked.

"I'm going to take you for a go- LOG RIDE!" Dean exclaimed. "After the log ride!"

"Okay..." Cas muttered.

"I haven't been on one of these since before mom died." Dean said breathily.

The man scanned their wrist bands and gave the giddy hunter a strange look.

"Take the back one. It's the most fun." Dean said excitedly.

Cas nodded following Dean. "Dean, aren't you a little old for the log ride?"

"No." Dean glared at him. "You're never too old for the log ride!"

The ride started and the log started up the climb to the first drop. The carts took a sharp turn as they prepared to fall. Dean gripped the railing on the inside as their cart began to fall.

"Hey where do you think Dean dragged Cas off to?" Sam asked.

"Probably off to the bathrooms for a make out session." Charlie sneered.

"I think there." Kevin said, pointing to the log ride. "In the very back."

Sam laughed at the sight of his older brother and his best friend angel sitting in a kids ride.

"Should we go get them?" Charlie asked.

Sam chuckled. "Let them be. If they need us they'll just call. Or Cas'll come find us."

Charlie smiled and nodded. "Where should we go then?"

"How about there?" Kevin asked, pointing towards a ride.

"Looks good to me." Sam chimed.

Cas had an alarmingly unamused response to the log ride.

"Dude." Dean said. "You didn't move the entire ride."

"Dean. I fly all the time. And at speeds faster than light, for I am light." Cas answered.

"You ever flown upside down?" Dean smiled deviously.

"No. Why?" Cas asked.

"You're about to." Dean smirked.

"How?" Cas asked.

"By coming with me." Dean answered, grabbing Cas's wrist and pulling him towards the largest ride in the park.

They looked up at it for a moment. It was called the Kamikaze. It was a tall ride with two cages that spun the riders around in the air.

"I don't see how upside flying would be much different than normal flying." Cas said.

Dean smiled softly. "Well your stomach feels like it's dropping into your chest and all the blood rushes to your head, making you light headed and ditzy. That's just the basics. But how about you see for yourself?"

Dean walked Cas up to the ride and climbed in first, Cas taking the seat along the outside. After the ride operator made sure all the passengers were secure, he fired up the engines. The ride started slow at first, but quickly sped up.

The cage now hung upside down. Dean turned and smiled to Cas. Cas returned a more panicked look.

"Dean. I do not like this feeling."

"Don't worry." Dean said. "It gets worse."

"In the words of my brother, you are a great big bag of dicks." Cas quoted.

"And proud." Dean smirked.

The cage swung down, but spun back around so the passengers were hanging upside down again, but fell down quicker this time. The ride spun around quicker each time, until there was so pause at the top. Dean put his hand next to Cas's thigh, and Cas put his hand down and squeezed it tightly. Dean smiled softly.

After the ride stopped, Cas let go of Dean's hand and Dean wiped his sweaty palm on his jeans.

"Scary enough for you?" Dean teased.

Cas slapped him. Dean let out a grunt as he rubbed his face.

"Let's not make this an abusive relationship." Dean smirked.

"Never take me on a ride like that again. Ever." Cas glared at him.

"Point proven. For a father and husband, you sure can hit." Dean remarked. "How about we go on a nice, slow ride?"

Cas nodded as he stepped out of the ride. Dean followed him and they began walking towards a concession stand. Cas lost his balance, still recovering from the shock, and fell over. Dean grabbed him by his waist as he fell, catching him, and pulling him back up to standing position. Cas smiled at him.

"What do you want to get?" Dean asked.

"I'll get whatever you're getting." Cas replied.

Dean turned to the man at the stand. "I'll get two things of cotton candy."

The man nodded and handed them each a wad of pink fluff on a stick. Dean fished the food card from his pocked and handed it to the man. He swiped it and returned it back to Dean. Dean put it in his pocket and took a bite from the cotton candy.

"Ferris wheel?" He asked with his mouth full.

Cas nodded.

They walked over to the ferris wheel and quickly boarded. The wheel slowly spun around.

Dean took a bite out of the cotton candy and looked down on all the people and rides below them. "Isn't this view breathtaking."

"My view's breathtaking, too." Cas remarked.

Dean turned to see where he was looking, only to be met by blue eyes. "I see what you did there. Very classy, Cas. Very classy."

"But yes, Dean, it is an astounding view from up here. When I'm flying I don't normally have the time to 'stop and smell the roses' as you humans say."

Dean tore off a small tuft of pink and licked it. Then, he stuck the sticky part of Cas's nose. Cas tried to focus his view on the wad of sugar on his nose.

"What was that for?" Cas asked.

"My enjoyment." Dean retorted.

"Well, now my nose is going to be sticky. And pink. And then it's probably going to taste like sugar and-"

Dean put a hand over Cas's mouth. "You talk too much."

Cas furrowed his brows.

"Sometimes it's better to savor the little things in life." Dean said softly, removing his hand from the angel's mouth.

"And sometimes bigger is better." Cas replied.

"No worries with me, then." Dean winked.

"Yes, Dean. I am aware that you have a massive ego." Cas said.

"Shut up." Dean said tearing off some cotton candy and shoving it in Cas's mouth.

"There is no need to force feed me, Dean. I am capable of eating on my own." Cas said after he swallowed.

"When then what am I here for?" Dean asked.

"My enjoyment." Cas answered, quoting Dean from earlier and resting his head on Dean's shoulder.

Dean smiled as he titled his head on Cas's.

Dean and Cas went on the log ride a few more times, a ride where you drop from the sky twice, and a few fast roller coasters. They met up with Sam and the other's around 9.

"So where'd you two run off to?" Charlie asked.

"Did you know, that Cas is vulnerable to tickle fights as being upside down?" Dean said.

"Shut up, Dean." Cas muttered.

"Bite me." Dean retorted.

"That's...hilarious." Charlie finished. "So how many times did you make out in the bathroom?"

"Charlie, Sam, nothing is going on between me and Cas. How can you guys not see that we are only friends?" Dean stressed.

"Bu-" Cas started.

"Cut your tongue out." Dean whispered as he kicked Cas under the table.

"How about at 11 we get going home?" Sam said.

"Sounds good." Dean responded. "That's a few more rides, since the older crowd's kicking in."

"We should all do the bumper cars together." Charlie proposed.

"That sounds like fun." Sam said. "You with us, Dean?"

"Of course! Cars? My specialty." Dean gloated.

"We'll see." Sam teased.

"Dean." Cas said quietly, tugging on Dean's sleeve.

"Yeah?" Dean responded.

"I can't drive." Cas stated.

"Oh. Just ride shotgun with me then." Dean smiled.

Cas nodded as they arrived at the ride.

They each took a car, except for Cas who sat with Dean. After a few others entered, the motors turned on, and they all took off, aiming for each other. Dean stomped down on the acceleration as hard as it would go, and rammed Sam's car in the side.

"You're very aggressive, Dean." Cas commented.

"No, just very passionate." Dean winked. "You outta know that."

Charlie rammed into Kevin, sending him stuck into a corner for most of the ride. Sam drove over and tried to nudge him out near the end, just in time for Kevin to hit Charlie back.

"I think I'll take Cas on the ferris wheel again." Dean said after they all got off the ride.

Sam nodded. "We can meet at the Impala at 11 then."

Dean agreed before putting his hands in his pockets and walking slowly through the crowds with Cas. They reached the ferris wheel and watched as they slowly lowered off the ground and ascended into the night sky.

Dean laughed as he looked down.

"What's amusing all up here?" Cas asked.

"You look down and you see all these people who have families and live normal lives, and have no clue what lurks in the cities all around them. They have no clue how unsafe they really are." Dean mused.

"That's a dark thought." Cas stated.

"Well, it's dark right now. And all kinds of things happen in the dark." Dean teased as he burrowed his face into the crook of Cas's neck, the stubble on his face tickling Cas's skin.

"Dean, stop that. We're in public." Cas said.

"Not like anyone can see us. We're all the way in the sky at nighttime." Dean said.

Cas laughed. "I said stop that, Dean."

"You know you like it." Dean sang.

"Fine. I do, but you still stop." Cas said.

"Give me one reason." Dean ordered.

"We could spend our time more efficiently." Cas replied.

"You mean like touching your hair?" Dean asked.

"Um. What?"

Dean ran his fingers through Cas's hair. "How is your hair this soft? It's not legal."

"I assure you Dean, my hair breaks no American laws."

"I didn't mean that literally, but whatever." Dean chimed.

Dean kept running his fingers in Cas's hair, but Cas secretly like it and didn't make him stop. As their seat in the ferris wheel came down to the ground the operator gave the two a strange look.

"We should get going back to the car. It's almost time to meet Sammy and them." Dean said.

Cas nodded and they walked off to the car. Dean locked his finger's inside Cas's and leaned his head on his shoulder while walking. When they came in sight of Sam, Dean took some distance from Cas and put his hands in his pockets. Cas felt cold without the warmth of Dean right by his side.

"Everyone ready?" Dean asked.

"Yessir." Charlie answered.

"Then let's get to the bunker." Dean piped, climbing in and starting the engine.

Dean put on a pair of sweats after climbing out of the shower. He heard a flutter of wings, but didn't bother turning around.

"Cas?" He called as he dried his hair.

"Think again." A snarky man said.

"Gabriel?" Dean scoffed. "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to tell you that if you hurt my baby brother that I will personally tear to pieces, then put you back together again, to kill you one more time. Got that?" Gabriel said.

"Sheesh. Word travels fast I guess." Dean mused.

"I said, do you got that?" Gabriel repeated coldly.

"Yes, of course." Dean answered.

With a flutter of wings, the archangel was gone. Moments later, Dean heard another flutter of wings, much softer.

"Cas?" He called. "Cas?"

Cas only answered by coming up behind Dean and wrapping his hands around Dean's bare stomach.

"Well, hello to you, too." Dean chimed. Cas kissed the side of Dean's neck and Dean leaned into the touch.

Dean slowly turned around and clasped his hands around Cas's back, similar to the way Cas was holding him. Cas kissed him chastely and put his hands inside Cas's trenchcoat, then untucked his shirt, his rough hands touching the warm skin beneath. His thumbs rubbed small circles on Cas's lower back. Cas nuzzled his face into Dean's neck and stayed there for a moment, just the two of them like there was no one else in the world.

Dean pulled out of the embrace when someone knocked at the door. Dean opened it.

With a sigh Dean let his brother talk. "Don't forget you're planning the schedule tomorrow."

"Yeah, I know." Dean said sarcastically.

"Just wanted to make sure you were prepared." Sam said.

Dean nodded violently and shut the door and locked it. Cas emerged from the bathroom and came back up to Dean.

"Cas, I'm tired." Dean whined playfully. "Can't we do this tomorrow?"

Dean climbed in bed and and turned off the lamp. "Aren't you going to go stuff now?"

"My responsibilities can wait." Cas said as he started running his fingers through Dean's hair.

"Cas, that's really creepy." Dean mumbled.

"I don't care." Cas muttered.

I wrote a really extra fluffy chapter since I got like 5 or 6 positive reviews last chapter. So I hope you guys liked it! :D