Author's Note:

Hi! This is pretty much just fluffy fillerness, but the chapter after this is Weekend At Bobby's, and then after that is the bible camp scene (Susangel, you know what I'm talking about ;-)) and then the chapter after that is lots of drama and angst. Lyrics are from Wonderful Crazy by Katelyn Tarver.

Thanks so much for reading and reviewing, all of you are amazing!

"Welcome to a new day, don't know what's on the way

But whatever it is, I'll be ready

On your mark, get set go

Here's the show and the road, with you it's a load I can carry

And with each breath, I will take it

Every moment, gonna make it."

Dean's P.O.V.

My eyes opened, and then narrowed. Sunlight came through the window, much too brightly, I might add. It was seriously not helping my hangover. I had attempted to drink two angels under the table. Really, really bad idea. My head was pounding mercilessly. I finally came to my senses and realized something was wrong. For example, I wasn't alone.

I looked down to see…Cas. Well that was weird. We were both still in what we'd worn to the nightclub, but as far as I could recall I'd fallen asleep alone. His head was on my shoulder, and I shifted slightly, trying not to wake him. The sunlight illuminated his skin, bringing out the natural highlights in his dark brown hair. Asleep, with no confused head tilts or any expression at all, he looked young and innocent. Sometimes he was the badass angel that could kill anything in his way, but most times, he was so pure and innocent. I couldn't help but love this side of him, the one he tried not to let show.

I absently noted that for the first time since I'd returned from Hell, there had been no nightmares. I hadn't told anyone about them, but every night since I'd been brought back (or as Cas would put it, gripped tight and raised from Perdition) I'd had vivid nightmares about Hell. Last night had been nothing but undiluted sleep…completely free of dreams or nightmares. I had to wonder if it had something to with Cas' presence.

"Dean…?" he murmured sleepily as he opened his eyes.

"Yeah?"

He moved away quickly. "I'm sorry…I-I don't even remember coming in here…"

"Dude, relax. Cuddling with an Angel of the Lord isn't on my top ten list of things to do before I die, but hey, there's a first time for everything," I joked.

"I didn't mean to intrude…"

Teasingly, I said, "Since when do you care about personal space?"

When he tried to stand, I gently tugged on his shirt sleeve, motioning for him to lay back down. The clock said it was just after seven in the morning. Way too early to be conscious on a Saturday. He compliantly laid back down on his back next to me, careful not to invade the personal space he used to not know the meaning of.

Part of me was glad he'd learned, part of me missed the mental image of me walking around with a giant sign that said "Missing: Dean Winchester's Personal Bubble. If found, please return to the gorgeous resident demon hunter."

"Dean, you were talking about 'cuddling' earlier. I have heard the term, but what exactly does it mean?" he asked, turning to look at me.

So much for going back to sleep. "You know how you were kind of…close to me when I woke up?"

He nodded, so I continued. "There are lots of terms for it, the most common being cuddling and snuggling. It's something people do when they're comfortable around each other."

"But it is considered an invasion of personal space to cuddle without their permission?"

I laughed. "Okay Cas, this conversation is way too weird. Go back to sleep," I said.

As I drifted back off to sleep, an amusing thought crossed my mind. An Angel of the Lord that likes club dancing and cuddling…just when I thought Team Free Will couldn't get any weirder.

Gabriel's P.O.V.

"Oww…" I moaned miserably, sitting up from where I'd passed out on the couch and rubbing my aching head. It wasn't fair, I was an archangel, I shouldn't even be able to get hangovers!

Gabriel, stop your bitching and moaning, Sam sent from upstairs where he was in the guest room that was, for all intents and purposes, his.

And good morning to you, Bitchface Wonder, I replied wryly.

I wasn't sure if you could sigh in exasperation telepathically, but I was pretty sure Sam managed it.

Aw don't get your Miss America sash in a twist, Princess.

Screw you.

Thanks but no thanks, kiddo. I don't swing that way.

He didn't "reply," only pulled a mental bitchface at me, so I wandered into the kitchen and started eating one of the chocolate cakes I'd manifested, having it devoured within minutes. Thankfully hangovers didn't affect my appetite. I didn't like the fact Cas and I even had hangovers at all, for that matter. I knew what it meant, though.

After an angel spends an extremely long time in one vessel, the body starts becoming more human. The angel's true form begins merging with the vessel and becoming one. If they merge completely, it's pretty tricky. 'Cause when that happens and you kill the vessel, you also kill the angel. I was pretty sure if you killed Jimmy Novak's body at this point, you would kill Cas too.

I glanced out the window and saw something falling. A grin spread across when I reliazed what it was. Snow! I loved snow. Sadly it didn't snow in Heaven, but that fluffy white stuff had been one of the first things I'd seen when I'd ventured down to Earth. When my vessel, Richard, had said yes to me, I'd been in the snow when I first took full possession of my vessel.

Sammy, it's snowing! I sent, happy as a small child.

I noticed.

Well aren't you excited?

I could feel his amusement through the bond. It snows here all the time, I'm pretty much used to it.

Doesn't anything get you excited anymore?

Um, Gabriel, the world's kind of ending. Snow isn't all that important in comparison.

I mentally stuck my tongue out at him. Come on, go wake up Dean and his cuddle buddy. I am going to teach you the finer points of playing in the snow.

You're kidding, right?

Nope.

Yep, there goes the mental bitchface again. Oh well, it was worth it.

Castiel's P.O.V.

"Wakey wakey Cas, Sammy summons," Dean said, nudging me awake.

I grumbled and turned over, burying my face in what I assumed was a pillow. My body was becoming more human, and my body wanted to go back to sleep.

"C'mon, we'll take a nap later, I promise, but right now we should see what Sam wants."

I didn't know what a nap was, but it sounded appealing. I sat up and realized the "pillow" I'd been hiding in had been Dean's shoulder. I wondered if that qualified as cuddling. Rubbing my eyes, I blinked sleepily. Note to self: No more alcohol. My head was hurting, I was tired, and the thought of food made me want to throw up.

"Whatcha need, Queen Sammy?" Dean asked when we walked downstairs.

"Gabriel seems to think we should go play in the snow," he said, heavily sarcastic.

"It's snowing? Awesome!" the older brother said happily.

"Not you too!" Sam groaned.

The younger Winchester covered his ears when Dean started singing "Walking In a Winter Wonderland" at the top of his lungs. Sam's expression grew even more pained when Gabriel joined in. I listened to their off key melody with fascination. Even Sam sighed and looked at them with a reluctant affection.

"They're crazy," he said, looking over at me.

I nodded. "Undoubtedly."

Later, I found another human custom I was surprised to find I enjoyed. Snowball fights.

"It's a wonderful crazy

It's a beautiful out of control

Kinda scary amazing, but I don't mind at all

It's like I'm falling, flying, laughing, crying, hanging on and letting go

'Cause my life's so wonderful crazy."