'Boy, you did good today, surprised you didn't get off your ass and help out sooner,' Bobby Singer told Dean, slapping his shoulder.

'Sorry, Bobby, I'll help out when I can.'

'You better, ya idjit.'

Dean chuckled at the gruff man as he lumbered back towards his house. The back of his hand dragged across his oil coated face as he fruitlessly attempted to clean himself up.

A wrench clattered against a piece of discarded scrap metal as Dean dropped it, trudging after Bobby and entering the house / Singer Salvage Yard base.

'Your momma's been worrying about you, son,' Bobby commented from his place behind the desk as Dean entered.

'Oh yeah?'

'She's worried you're gonna crash, not have enough money for a motel, not enough gas, spontaneous Impala explosion, that kinda thing.'

'So she told you about the road trip, huh,' Dean rubbed the back of his neck.

'Yep. I told her she was frettin' over nothin' but… you know. Stay safe, kid.'

A warm smile played at Dean's lips, 'Thanks, Bobby.'

'That's not all I meant… there are some pretty disgusting prosti-'

'I've heard enough! Christ, Bobby!' Dean slapped both of his hands over his ears, grimacing at Bobby's amused expression.

'Now get the hell off my property.'

'Always a charmer.'

Bobby breathed out a laugh before getting up and practically throwing Dean out of the door.

He made his way over to the Impala. It roared into life and Dean made it home in record time.

'Mom! I'm home!' Dean yelled, tossing his keys into the key bowl.

'Mom's not here, Dean. And, uh, could you maybe like… leave?' Sam replied from upstairs.

A sly grin sneaked its way across Dean's lips, 'Why?'

'Uh… Dean, please can you go?' Sam asked, desperately.

The smile remained in place as Dean sprinted up the stairs to his brother's room. He opened the door and caught his brother enjoying a rather heated kiss with a pretty blonde girl. Dean cleared his throat and they jumped apart.

'What the hell, D-'

'So, Sammy, we have a girl over, do we?'

Sam's cheeks lit up with embarrassment and he stared at his socked feet, 'Uhm…'

'Lovely to meet you properly, Jennifer,' Dean extended his hand for her to take, a firm smile on his face.

'Jessica,' Sam hissed.

'Oh, I am so sorry, Samantha.' Dean turned back to the pretty girl and pointed at her shirt, 'Hey, I love The Smurfs!'

Sam's eyes grew wide in horror, 'Ew, Dean! Just… You know what, get out, right now.'

Dean was steered to the door, sniggering at his flustered brother. He made it half way down the hall when the door slammed shut. He scooted to a halt and backtracked, swinging the door open once more, much to Sam's protest.

'Hey, hey, hey. I know you crazy kids want your privacy, but the door must be open at all times, 'kay?' Dean plastered on an irritating grin and began whistling as he made his way back to his room; Cas was on the agenda.

His laptop lay invitingly on his desk and he wandered over to it, starting it up as usual. His heart sank a little when he noticed that Castiel hadn't uploaded a video; there was no reason for him to, he'd uploaded one last night. Dean clicked on the latest one, watching it through again.

'Uh, hi, it's Castiel.' The usual jump cut changed to show Cas standing outside with a surprised expression on his face and then he was back inside, at his desk, 'I went outside. I know, shocking. It's practise for next week, I think. S'incredibly sunny…' Castiel gazed thoughtfully out of the window until another cut in the video showed him staring intently at the camera, 'I'm excited for this and it's… rather strange that I'm actually going through with it… still. There's a possibility I may start hyperventilating, but I really hope some people will turn up.'

Cas chuckled and stared at his hands; he looked uncomfortable without his usual long sleeved top, choosing to wear a The Yarbirdsshort sleeved one instead.

'I thought I'd spend my final week of being sixteen doing… nothing of import. I know that seems actually rather boring… but it has made me think about the simple pleasures of… sitting down and… not being social, not dealing with people,' Castiel grinned widely at the camera, mocking himself.

Jump cut

'I have a request to drink an entire bottle of vinegar which I must, most graciously, decline. If you remember what happened after I consumed copious amounts of candy, I think you'll understand. Once again, I'll link Gabriel's channel in the description box as he's being… fairly trying of late, making me "share my minions" with him, which is apparently what you're calling yourselves now,' Cas grinned again and the video jumped, 'I'm sorry this has been lacking in content but it's the last video before the meetup and I'm sort of all over the place… I don't know. Once again, I hope to see you there and video-uploading-schedule thing should return to normal soon after the gathering. Uh, goodbye,' Cas' softly smiling face faded from Dean's screen.

Dean smiled fondly before turning to rummage underneath his bed, pulling out his gift for the YouTuber. Dean was careful with handling it, admiring it.

'Oh yeah, Cas is gonna love this.'