A/N: This is a really long fic, so i'm trying to cut it down, but it doesn't seem to be working. Oh well, you'll just have to deal with my ramblings for a little longer if you want to know how it ends :)
Three hours later, we are sitting around laughing as we each take turns to share some cases we've solved, or nearly died in. Great fun, surprisingly.
"-And then we get him in a ring of holy fire and Cas turns to him and says 'Today, you're my little bitch.' Then he walks out! I'm just left standing there after this great comeback, so I just awkwardly say 'What he said' and follow him!"
We all laugh at Dean's story, my sides aching after how much of that we've been doing.
"What about the time we were in that tv land that Gabriel made up?" Sam adds. "The archangel Gabriel wanted to stay in hiding, so he made himself a trickster. He got us to this old warehouse and suddenly we were in a hospital, and Dean got shot, so I had to do surgery on him." He laughs. "He put us into heaps of different things, there was like, a sexual health commercial, a cop drama-"
"Don't forget about the whole Japanese game show." Dean interjects.
"A Japanese game show?" I dissolve into laughter and rest my head against Sam's shoulder. This is nice. Sitting around with friends, eating tacos and sharing stories that we can't share with anyone else. And the fact that i'm pretty much sitting on Sam's lap makes everything about 2000% better.
"Yeah, the guy called it 'Nutcracker'. We were strapped into these boots- like ski boots- we couldn't move, and we had to answer a question- which he asked us in freaking Japanese, might I add- correctly, within 30 seconds or something. I didn't because, hell, I can't speak Japanese! And so the timer goes off, and this giant sort of metal arm thing shoots up and hits me in the balls."
"What!" I laugh with him and wait to hear the rest of the story.
"It's true! Then it's Dean's turn, and somehow he manages to miraculously learn Japanese in about ten seconds AND get the right answer."
"Yeah, but I tried. And you managed to sew me up in the hospital, so why couldn't I learn Japanese?"
"Dude, I already knew how to sew you up, i've been doing it for years. I just didn't know how to use their stupid equipment. Hell, i'd have been able to fix you up with a knife, brandy, an old sweater and a knitting needle, but hand me properly sterilised equipment and fancy tools? I'd kill you." He laughs, and I can feel his shoulder move with his soft chuckles.
"Well it was instinctual then. Maybe i'm secretly asian." He squints and clasps his hands together as if in prayer. "Well done young glasshopper." He bows to Castiel, who bows back and mutters something in another language. Sam and I break out in raucous laughter.
"You speak Japanese?" Dean asks.
"Angels instinctively know how to speak all languages of earth."
"Huh. Cool." Dean mutters.
Sam unwraps his left arm around me for a second, looking at his wrist. "Oh hey, guys. Check out the time- we'd better get ready." He pulls his arms away, letting me, unwillingly, sit upright and give him room to move away. I sit on the couch for a second longer, remembering the comfort it held, before standing up and going to my room to get changed.
I leaf through the various outfits lumped into my bag, and spot a sparkly gold number with black mesh shoulder straps and upper chest. Maybe going under cover's gonna be a bit more fun than usual.
I walk over the guys' room, my heels clacking against the dull grey linoleum floor. I open the door and see Castiel watching the screen of Sam's laptop on the couch, Sam bent over the small table, sorting out I.D's, and Dean sitting on the bed, with a phone to his ear, murmuring with a tone of annoyance apparent in his voice. I click the door shut, and Sam turns towards the noise.
His eyes glance up quickly, and seeing that it's me, goes back to his work. He then does a double-take and his head whips round to look at me. His eyebrows shoot up, and his eyes seem to go glassy for a second before he snaps out of his reverie and walks over to me.
"I'll assume you like it then." I say, grinning cheekily at him.
"You look... Wow." He says, being incredibly descriptive. The other two turn around, and I feel Dean's eyes looking me up and down.
"You look good." He says, surprising me by saying something casually nice. "You trying to get a job there?" He laughs. But, of course, Dean is required by law to say something totally coarse to make up for being normal.
"You're just jealous I look this good." I wrap my arms around Sam and feel his face nuzzling into my hair.
Castiel is ignoring the conversation, probably because the website he's on seems to be porn.
"Is he..?" I trail off, directing my question at Dean.
"Uh-huh. Can't take his eyes off it, bless his heart. Our little boy's growin' up Sammy." He sounds like a parent who's just taught his kid to ride a bike.
"Dean, I don't understand." Castiel suddenly pipes up..
"What is it this time Cassie?" Dean replies, a smile creasing the corners of his eyes.
"If this woman's car has broken down, and this man has stopped to help her, why do they end up having sex? Perhaps it's going to take a while and they need to pass the time." The angel contemplates.
"It's because the people who watch porn generally have no sex life and need to be reassured that they can pick up a hot chick off the side of the road and bang her, without having to get attached." I answer for Dean, though I don't think that's the explanation he has in mind, as he looks shot down.
"I do expect that would be the reason, but why are there so many websites in this device's search history similar to this?" Castiel enquires casually.
I turn and look at Sam, whose arms have wrapped around my waist, and his head rested on my shoulder. I raise my eyebrows questioningly. I don't actually care; I just want to see him flounder. I'll be committed to a psychiatric ward any day now.
"Don't look at me," he replies, "Blame Mister Frisky over there." He jabs his thumb in the direction of Dean.
"Well whatever, there's nothin' wrong with a bit of fun, right Cas?"
"That is true, I enjoy monopoly, and there's no harm in playing that, if i'm not mistaken." He replies innocently.
Castiel continues on talking about board games, I lose all pretence of interest after he begins his spiel about the Twilight board game.
