December 14th
Dean rolled over on the bed slowly, pulling the blankets to his chest.
"Mornin', Cas." He mumbled. "Cas?"
Dean slowly opened his eyes to see that Cas wasn't there. "Oh. Yeah."
The bed was still warm from where Cas had been laying next to Dean. Dean scooted closer to the fading warmth on the sheets. Dean closed his eyes and a few moments later opened them again, letting his surroundings come into focus.
"Shit." He muttered as he saw the alarm clock. Since he had slept in Cas's room, the alarm clock wasn't set for his usual time and he'd far overslept. He slid out of bed grumbling and and trudged out of Cas's room and into his. He quickly threw on his plaid robe and walked out from the hallway and into the area where Sam, Kevin, Cas, and Charlie were talking on the couch.
"It's about damn time!" Charlie exclaimed as she saw the sleepy Dean emerge.
"I guess I overslept. I forgot my alarm." Dean muttered.
"I'd say." She retorted.
"Give me a break." Dean whined. "I need my coffee."
"There's still some left. You might need to heat it up though." Sam said.
Dean nodded as he slowly walked towards the small kitchen-like area.
After Dean had gotten his morning caffeination, he plopped down on the couch next to Sam. "So what's going on?"
"We were just discussing what we thought would be a fun activity for the day. Charlie liked the idea of strip poker." Sam answered.
Dean smirked. "So do I."
"I do not know how to play strip poker, but from what I have heard, it involves the removal of clothing." Cas stated.
"I'll teach you then. Later." Dean said. "So that's a yes on poker."
"What other ideas do we have?" Sam asked to the group.
"You know someone's gonna say it." Dean smirked.
"As long as you're under the roof, Dean, alcohol on Saturday nights is a given." Sam retorted.
"Of course it is. It's not a party until the drunk alcoholics, prophets, angels, college drop outs, and hackers come out.
Sam sighed in disappointment while Charlie laughed and gave Dean a fistbump.
"You guys do realize that the only reason we're friends is because we almost died together, right?" Sam pointed out.
Dean cleared his throat, and kicked Cas's foot.
"Some of us did die, Sam." Cas said. "Multiple times."
"Amateurs." Sam muttered. "Dean and I. We're the pros at resurrection."
"And just how many times have you died?" Cas asked.
"More than you." Charlie sassed putting her 'Oh no you didn't' finger in Cas's face.
"I'm not sure what's going on anymore." Sam said.
"Me neither." Dean replied laughing.
"Are you guys seriously arguing over who died more times? Is there like a track record or something?" Kevin scoffed.
"Now there is. We should keep a tally!" Dean exclaimed.
"I thought you didn't want a part of this." Sam said.
"I said I didn't understand. Of course I want a part of this. And I beat all of you." Dean beamed.
"Really?" Cas asked. "How so?"
"When that Trickster, who was really your big bro, Gabriel, put Sam in a time loop, he made me die over a hundred times.
"Touché." Sam muttered. "But what about when I was in hell? How many times did Lucifer kill me?"
"Theoretically, he can't." Cas added.
"Shut up, Cas." Sam and Dean said at the same time. Cas glared at the two feuding brothers.
"I still think I won." Dean bragged.
"That was in a parallel universe!" Sam said.
"Your brain is in a parallel universe!" Dean yelled.
"Was that an insult?" Sam asked. "Becuase that sucked and made zero sense."
"Shut up." Dean muttered.
"Boys, boys. To quote your old friend, Sheriff Mills, 'Put the rulers away and zip up.'" Charlie laughed.
"Where'd you hear that?" Sam asked.
"I see nothing to zip up." Cas stated from the background.
"I read it in one of the unpublished works of the Supernatural book series." Charlie answered.
"Not those again. Stop right there. Talk no more. Speak no evil." Dean laughed.
"Sheriff Mills is quite the character." Charlie smiled.
"Yeah. She's great." Dean said.
"I bet." Charlie mused.
"Sorry, Charlie." Dean laughed. "She doesn't play for your team."
"Dammit!" Charlie yelled. "Anyways. I think we can do something other than strip poker and getting wasted."
Sam nodded. "I think you're right there, Charlie. So ideas?"
Everyone remained silent in thought.
"We could make snowflakes." Sam suggested.
"I do not understand how one can create snowflakes." Cas said.
"Paper snowflakes, Cas." Dean chuckled. "Paper."
"Oh. Apologies." Cas replied.
Dean sighed. "Cas, I've already told you that you don't need to apologize for everything."
"Oh. You did. Ap-" Cas cut himself off and remained silent as Dean turned back to Sam.
"Isn't that like a little kid activity? I mean first, baking, then golfing, now paper snowflakes? How are we even related?" Dean sighed. "And Cas, if you say through our parents, so help me God..."
Sam laughed as he recalled the moment from earlier that month.
"Dean. You're over thirty years old." Sam said.
"So?" Dean asked. "What are you getting at?"
"So maybe you should be young at heart."
"Young at heart? Are you saying I'm old? Because for thirty five years old, I am smooth as fuck." Dean defended.
Sam laughed. "Take a chill pill, Dean. I'm only four years behind you."
"Older, but wiser." Dean smirked.
"Shut up." Sam said.
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
"Are you guys done, or should we get some popcorn?" Charlie asked.
"Well, you have an idea to what we should do, then?" Sam responded.
"Well, we didn't get around to karaoke last week." Kevin said. "Upon my request, actually."
"Okay. We can put that back on the board." Sam smiled. "Cas, got an idea?"
"No, I haven't thought much into it. You can stick with the current ideas if you don't mind." Cas replied.
"That's fine, Cas." Sam said.
"How about we take an hour of personal time before we start doing stuff? That way I can I can teach Cas the basics of poker." Dean asked.
"Sounds good to me." Sam replied.
"I can run out and get the chips and cards, too." Charlie agreed.
"Well, we can set up at noon then." Sam smiled.
"Great." Dean said. "C'mon, Cas. I think I have an old deck of cards somewhere in my room."
Cas followed Dean into his bedroom and sat down on the carpeting.
"Morning, Hasselhoff." Dean chimed, tapping on the glass of the terrarium.
"Hasselhoff?" Cas asked.
"Yeah. Hasselhoff. That's what I named my bed tortoise." Dean answered as he searched through a drawer full of random things.
"Is that not the name of the actor you frequently mention?" Cas asked.
"David Hasselhoff. That's the one." Dean smiled.
Cas smiled softly. "Only Dean Winchester would name his tortoise after an actor."
"You love it and you know it." Dean smirked as he crouched down and planted a kiss on the top of Cas's head.
Dean sat down across from Cas and dealt two cards in front of him. Dean showed Cas the most popular ways to win a round, such as flushes and straights. He taught him about holding, folding, betting, and raising. "So did you get all that?"
Cas nodded in response. "But I thought this was strip poker?"
Dean smiled deviously. "Ah, but it is. Now to the fun part."
"I take it you mean the removal of clothes?" Cas replied.
"Yes. Stripping." Dean answered. "The way I've played it at most parties was that if you lose the hand, then you strip, but since you're new to the game-"
"Are you saying that I don't have the same capabilities as you or the others?" Cas asked. Because I understood the rules of the game quite easily."
"I'm just saying that you don't have experience. Lots of the people at casino's can read a person's face or body movements and know what hand they have. Some people learn how to count cards." Dean explained.
"You are correct there, but last I checked, none of us are avid gamblers." Cas replied.
"As I was saying in the first place," Dean started, reverting to his original point, "I think tonight's rule should be that only the lowest hand has to take off a piece of clothing."
"That would make the game last longer, too." Dean added. "Which works out since you didn't have an idea."
"I had an idea of what I wanted to do." Cas replied.
"Why didn't you say something, then?" Dean asked.
"It wasn't a family friendly activity." Cas answered, leaning in closer and lowering his voice.
"What was it?" Dean prodded.
Cas leaned in closer and whispered in Dean's ear. "You."
"My God, Cas. You're worse than a teenager." Dean laughed pushing Cas away from him. "But you know what?"
"Yes, Dean?" Cas responded.
"Maybe later." Dean winked as he collected all the cards and put them in a stack. "So how about we play some practice rounds until it's time?"
"That sounds acceptable." Cas answered.
"But for everyone's sake, let's keep the clothes on." Dean smiled.
Cas did a fake pouty face in response as Dean finished setting up the game.
"Did you teach Cas the rules?" Sam asked as Charlie set the chips and cards on the table.
"He's ready for Vegas." Dean answered.
"How about our limit is down to underwear though?" Charlie offered as she began taking the shrink-wrap off. "I don't want to get scarred for life. Or witness a gang-bang."
"I think underwear's good." Sam answered.
"And no one's gang-banging anyone." Dean added. "You're gay, Cas is a freakin' angel, Kevin's a prophet, and Sam's my brother. You're sick and twisted, Charlie. Get some help."
Charlie laughed. "You never know."
"Sick and twisted..." Dead muttered.
"And proud!" Charlie chimed.
"You know what I was thinking just now?" Sam asked.
"What?" Dean responded.
"We should wait until later to do this. Because normally, don't we serve beer during poker nights?" Sam asked.
"Do you really think alcohol and partial nudity go well together?" Dean replied.
"Dean." Sam said surprised. "Alcohol and partial nudity is your life. Besides, it not like anyone here is sexually attracted to each other."
Dean held his expression, while his mind wandered over to Cas.
"Right? Unless there's something you're not telling me." Sam suggested.
"Really, Sammy?" Dean scoffed. "I have so many reasons to slap you right now."
"Like?" Sam prodded.
"Like you're my brother and I'd tell you if something were going on. Like everyone here is a guy except for Charlie. Like it sounds like you're hopping on her 'Dean and Cas' crazy train." Dean answered. "So I see what you're getting at. And newsflash: You're wrong. I am not attracted to Cas and he's not attracted to me."
"You're the once that brought it up, Dean. Not me." Sam smiled.
"Oh, shut up. You get my point here." Dean shot. "And the only reason I think alcohol and partial nudity doesn't apply at the moment is because we're all friends living here for the rest of the month and we don't want to make things awkward."
"Like I said Dean, unless someone has unspoken feelings, then nothing bad will happen." Sam mused. "So, I say we continue as planned."
Sam's eyes flicked momentarily to Charlie who smiled deviously.
"Fine. But when you wake up and realize you took it up the ass and you don't know who, why, or how, don't come crying to me." Dean muttered before walking back to his room.
"So, Cas. Change of plans. We're going to do the strip poker last since Sammy and I always play poker with beer.
"Are we going to do snowflakes or karaoke now?"
"Yeah." Dean answered. "So come chill with us while we wait for Kevin. He's just changing."
Cas nodded and stood up, following Dean to where Sam and Charlie were talking.
"Kevin's been taking a while changing." Dean mused, as if almost on cue, Kevin walked out of his room. He was wearing about 7 shirts, from what they could tell, and had on all his sweaters. He was a bulky mess of clothes and had a couple baseball caps on.
"So we ready to play poker?" He asked.
Dean and Charlie burst out laughing. "You put all that on, just for strip poker?"
"Yeah." Kevin responded awkwardly.
"What does that say about your confidence levels in your body and poker skills?" Dean teased.
"Shut up. The game's still on, right?" Kevin asked.
"Actually..." Sam said smiling.
"You're kidding, right?" Kevin scoffed. "Right?"
"..." Sam paused and chuckled.
"After all this? You guys cancel it?" Kevin said annoyed.
"No. We just moved it until after the other activities." Sam finally said.
"So about you grow a pair and take the sweater vests off?" Dean joked.
Kevin exhaled an agitated sigh and began stripping his sweatshirts and knitwear off one by one.
"So, now that that's done, why don't I grab some paper and scissors?" Sam said as he turned on his heels towards his room.
"You can work scissors? Please say yes." Dean asked Cas.
"Of course I can. What do you take me for?" Cas replied.
"An angel who doesn't know much about mundane tasks." Dean answered.
"I suppose you are correct then." Cas said.
"Wow..." Charlie mused. "You two really do know how to pull off an insult."
"Shut up." Dean laughed.
"You almost done there, Kevin?" Sam chuckled as he bounded out of his room with a pack of paper and scissors in his arms.
"Give me another three hours." Kevin muttered.
"You have fun with that, then." Sam replied.
"Oh, I'm sure he will." Dean smirked.
"You guys suck." Kevin murmured from under a purple shirt. "A lot."
"Love you, too, Kev." Dean laughed.
Cas turned to Dean with a look of sadness and hurt on his face. "Dean?" He whispered.
"Sarcasm." Dean answered.
Cas's expression turned back to normal and he turned back to Sam who was placing the paper on the table in front of everyone.
"How many should we make?" Charlie asked, sitting on the couch.
"Well, there's five of us and 50 squares of paper. I'd say to do 10 each." Sam answered.
Charlie nodded as she reached for a piece of paper.
Dean passed Cas a pair of scissors and piece of paper and grabbed some of his own.
Dean messily folded the square into some triangular shape and made random cuts in it, hoping for the best. He looked over at Cas who was cutting into his square before folding it.
"Aren't you going to fold it?" Dean asked.
"What for? That just makes it crinkled." Cas responded.
"So you can get symmetry." Dean answered.
"Dean." Cas paused for a moment. "I am an Angel of the Lord and you think that I don't have symmetry?"
"No?" Dean answered questionably.
"Then you're wrong. I was personally in good relations, maybe even friends with, the angel who created snowflakes. Occasionally, she would ask for my advice. I think I know about snowflakes."
Dean put his hands up in a surrendering pose. "Well, okay then. Let's see."
"Is that a challenge?" Cas asked.
"Yes it is." Dean answered slyly.
"Excuse me, Cas?" Charlie said.
"Yes, Charlie?" Cas answered.
"I believe that you should've asked if that was a flirtation. I mean, you get the same answer anyways." Charlie smirked at Dean.
"I swear..." Dean muttered. "You guys are a bunch of perverse freaks. I still can't believe you're strung up on Cas and I. Don't you have something better to do with your time?"
"Hmm. Nope." Charlie smiled. "But we're not wasting it on you two. I'm just trying to prove a fact."
Dean sighed. "Fine. You win."
"What?" Charlie and Cas asked at the same time, Charlie excited, and Cas confused.
"There is something going on between me and Cas. It's called friendship." Dean smirked.
"You dick. You had me going there for a minute." Charlie retorted.
Dean stuck out his tongue. "Good. You deserved it."
"I do not understand what just happened." Cas stated.
"Good." Dean said. "Yo-"
Dean stared at the perfect and intricate snowflakes resting on the table in front of Cas. "You did those? Without folding or messing up?"
"Well, no. I did mess up, Dean. This scissors make it impossible for the cuts to be exact, but unless you are as observant as I am, you wouldn't notice the mistakes." Cas answered.
"Whatever. These are awesome." Dean praised the pieces of paper.
Sam pulled out his laptop and set it on the table while Dean got only one bottle of beer for now, and poured it into five different glasses.
"Here you go." Dean said as he brought the glasses two at a time to the table.
"Cas should start and sing 'Angel with a Shotgun' by 'The Cab' and dedicate it to Dean." Charlie smiled.
"Really?" Dean scoffed. "Really?"
"I do not know that song." Cas added.
"Do you know any?" Dean asked.
"No."
"I need to burn another musication CD."
"Musication?" Cas asked.
"Musical education." Dean smirked.
"Oh."
"But Charlie?" Dean said.
"Hm?"
"If you want it so badly, put on a tie, and imitate Cas singing to me." Dean smiled bitterly. "Just make sure it's precise. You don't want to get smitten."
"Real cute." Charlie said.
"How about Kevin starts? It was his idea." Dean proposed.
Kevin shifted uncomfortably.
"C'mon!" Dean ushered. "We're not gonna judge! Have you heard me sing?"
"Do I want to?" Kevin asked.
"No, but I'll sing with you if it's AC/DC." Dean answered.
"Fine." Kevin mumbled, standing up by Dean. "Which song?"
"We could do 'Highway to Hell'." Dean proposed.
"Isn't that a little nostalgic, Dean?" Kevin asked.
"Only a little." Dean smirked. "So how about 'You Shook Me All Night Long'? That was a big hit."
"Sure. We can do that." Kevin nodded.
"Get some popcorn, Sammy!" Dean yelled.
"Why?" Sam asked.
"Because the star performers of the night are about to come on!"
"And who might that be?" Sam asked.
"Lightning McDean ft. Kevin from AP!" Dean yelled.
Sam muttered something from the other room. "I'll get the earplugs!"
"Shut up. This will rock!" Dean yelled.
"Yeah." Sam snorted. "Rock the old ladies out of their rocking chairs and initiate cerebral hemorrhaging."
"That was a little dark, don't you think, Sammy?"
"Maybe a tad." Sam laughed as he came back in the room.
"Hit it, Charlie!" Dean exclaimed.
She hit the play button and the music started playing...right after the condom advertisement on YouTube finished.
The second Dean started singing everyone, including Kevin, burst out in uproarious laughter.
Charlie sang Walking on Sunshine, followed by Sam making Cas sing 'We Wish You A Merry Christmas'. It came out as more of an awkward conversation. Dean did a terrible solo of 'Don't Fear the Reaper' and Sam finished up the failed activity by doing his best attempt at a man's solo from an opera show he likes.
"Now to the fun stuff!" Dean exclaims as he holds up a bottle of vodka and places it in front of Cas.
"Drink." He orders.
"But-" Cas starts.
Dean smashes his finger against Cas's lips. "Drink."
"And for everyone else..." Sam chimes as he wheels in a blue cooler overflowing with bottles and cans. "But only one bottle for now."
Sam pulled out the deck of cards and box of chips and set them on the table.
"And you're sure you understand the rules, Cas?" Sam asked turning to the angel.
"Yes. I am sure." Cas answered. "Dean was a very effective teacher."
"Kevin..." Sam said in a tone similar to when a parent was talking to a young child. "Sit down. Do not go throwing on sweaters and knitwear."
Kevin groaned in regret.
"Deal with it. You agreed to this." Dean shot.
"That was when I had on everything in my wardrobe." Kevin muttered.
"Time to be a man, then." Dean smirked. "After all, you are twenty."
"Shut up." Kevin laughed.
"How about we do a warm up hand only using chips?" Dean offered. "Just to get us in the game playing mood."
"Sure. Good idea. And every five hands we can rotate out the dealer." Sam added.
"Sounds like plan." Dean smiled excitedly.
Sam dealt the warm up round, which Charlie won, and prepared to deal the next four.
"Get ready to get awkward." Sam mumbled.
"Or amazed." Dean mused.
"Dean, that's disgusting." Sam said.
"Your face is disgusting." Dean retorted.
"Real mature, Dean." Sam said with a bitchface. "Real mature."
"Aren't I always?" Dean smiled sarcastically.
Sam dealt out the cards and slowly started putting cards down in the center. By the end of the hand, Kevin had the smallest amount of chips and took off his shoes, throwing them off to the side.
"Work it! You strut those feet!" Charlie sang.
"Does anyone ever shut up around here?" Kevin muttered.
"No." Everyone responded at once.
"Didn't think so." Kevin replied.
Three more hands later, Sam rotated out of the dealer position and Dean took his spot. Kevin had his sandals off, Sam was fully clothed, Charlie had her shoes and socks off, Dean's slippers were off, and Cas was fully clothed.
"Look at you, Cas." Dean smiled. "I did teach you well. You and Sam are the only ones who still have all their clothes on."
"To your disappointment." Charlie muttered.
"I would kill you, but we have history." Dean replied.
Charlie laughed. "Carry on."
Twenty quick hands later, Charlie, Sam, and Kevin were shirtless. The only reason they were, was probably because they only wore one or two layers, versus Dean and Cas who had more clothes on.
Kevin had his arms crossed over his chest. "I don't understand how you guys are so comfortable without shirts on."
Charlie laughed. "Kevin. You don't even have boobs and you're spazzing about this. You're worrying for nothing."
"I guess you have a point there." Kevin said as he finally uncrossed his arms and set them at his sides.
"Imagine the sexual tension between Dean and Cas when they finally start taking off major clothes." Charlie smiled at the thought, but was surprised at what happened a few hands later.
Cas had finally unbuttoned his shirt and was taking it off, and Dean wasn't staring, or sneaking peaks, or getting a sparkle in his eye like she expected. He was completely normal, but she was positive that one of them had the hots for the other. It had to be Castiel, then.
"Dammit." Dean muttered as he pushed a pile of chips over to Charlie.
Dean had the lowest score and began pulling his shirt off. Charlie looked anxiously towards Cas. She expected him to react slightly or stare, but he didn't. Cas only did one thing.
Cas looked at Dean strangely and then at the gold chain around his neck. "Why did you take your shirt off, Dean? You could have taken your necklace off instead."
"I would never take this off." Dean answered quickly as he briefly held up the amulet on the end of the string. "It's very sentimental."
"No...Something's off here. One of them should've reacted to the other. Where's the sexual tension I knew would be there?" Charlie confusedly thought.
Charlie was even more confused, and horrified, and laughing at the next thing she saw. Dean had scored low again and had to remove his jeans.
"Watch this, Charlie." He deviously smiled.
"What are you getting at?" She asked concerned.
Dean gripped the sides of his jeans, ready to pull them down at any given moment.
"Are you not wearing underwear or something, Dean?" Sam asked. "Please tell me you're wearing underwear."
"Of course I am!" Dean exclaimed.
"Then what's the bi-" Sam's jaw dropped in shock at the next sight he saw.
Dean was standing there proudly, his jeans at his ankles and hands on his hips. He was wearing white boxers with Charlie's face tiled across them as a pattern.
"What the fuck?!" Charlie exclaimed. "How?"
Dean shrugged. "I called in a few favors at a local clothing factory."
"I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry." She wheezed.
"How about laugh? Becuase we don't need a snotty mess everywhere." Dean answered. "And this is just payback."
"For what?" Charlie asked.
"For all the Dean and Cas jokes." Dean answered. "So are you gonna stop now?"
Charlie shrugged. "Probably not. I could use a bra with my face on it. Boy, would that spice up one night stands."
Dean sighed. "Well obviously, one night is all someone can handle you for."
"Well, enjoy my face up your ass." Charlie laughed.
"Well, you know what? I will." Dean smiled cockily. "But I think I'm done here."
"Don't be like this, Dean." Sam pleaded.
"I don't see why I cant." Dean replied as he pushed himself to a stand.
"Because we don't need a party pooper." Charlie answered.
"Who said anything about party pooping?" Dean smiled. "I was just getting stronger alcohol. Calm your tits."
"I take it you think it's time to get hammered?" Charlie asked.
"Let's get this party started." Dean grinned as he went into another room. "Hey, Cas, come help me with these if you will!"
"Of course, Dean." Cas replied standing up and following Dean into a dimly lit room cases of beer and other drinks lining the walls.
"Cas, listen to me. Don't drink any of the drinks unless I hand them to you, got it?" Dean asked.
"Why not? Is it related to the fact that the alcoholic drink you gave me had no effect?" Cas replied.
"Yes. I just put water into our bottles, and put extra alcoholic drinks into their bottles." Dean explained.l "That way, they'll get drunk faster."
"Why would you want that?" Cas asked.
"So you and me could have some time alone." He winked.
"Do you mean to tell me that you're choosing me over a night of drinking with your friends?" Cas asked in disbelief.
Dean gently kissed Cas on the lips. "Of course. A year with all the friends in the world wouldn't begin to add up to a night with you, Cas."
A smile fell upon Cas's face. "Do you really mean it?"
Dean smiled warmly. "Of course I do."
Dean pulled Cas into a loving embrace when he heard heavy footsteps. He immediately pulled away and crouched to the ground, looking at a case of whiskey.
"What's taking you guys so long?" Sam asked.
"Just need to find the right one. " Dean answered without turning his head.
"Well hurry up, we're getting tired." Sam said, walking out to the couch.
"No, you're just getting drunk." Dean whispered to himself as he lifted up the case of whiskey, and handed another to Cas.
"We should play a drinking game!" Charlie said excitedly.
"Like?"
"Like 'I Have Never'." Charlie suggested. "Have you played it before?"
"No. Most of my drinking games involve sexual favors." Dean answered with a laugh.
"Well. One person will start by saying: "I have never..." And then say something they've never done." Charlie explained. "Everyone else in the group who has done that, has to take drink from their bottle."
"Oh. I think I saw something like that on 'Lost'." Sam interrupted.
"Yeah. I saw that on there, too. Kate and Sawyer, right?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah. Goo-" Sam started.
"Can you stop fanboying and play the game?" Dean demanded.
"Since I brought it up, I'll start." Charlie said. "I have never burnt down a library."
Dean laughed, but then looked worried when his brother took a sip. "Sammy?"
"I had no soul, okay?" Sam muttered.
"You were dark, Sam. Real dark." Dean said.
"Tell me about it" Sam mumbled.
"Moving on." Charlie interrupted. "Kevin. What have you never done?"
Kevin thought for a moment, then slyly smiled. "I have never had sex with another man."
Dean thought to himself for a moment. Cas isn't a man. He's an angel who just looks like a dude. Dean slowly started to put his arm out, but quickly pulled it in before anyone saw. Cas had already taken a sip from his beer, while Sam slowly raised the bottle to his lips and gulped down a sip.
"Sam? Really?" Dean asked in disbelief.
"I'm the one you're surprised at. The socially awkward angel also took a sip." Sam pointed out.
"I'm his best friend. I already knew, but you? Son of a bitch..." Dean muttered.
"Can we just drop it and move on?" Sam said quickly, his cheeks tinting red.
"Move on? You get a high five for joining the dark side!" Charlie exclaimed putting her hand up.
"If by dark side, you mean being gay, then sorry, but I haven't joined the dark side." Sam laughed.
"But, you..." Charlie stuttered confused, putting her hand down.
"I'm straight, but drink enough alcohol and shit happens, you know." Sam explained.
"Right..." Dean trailed off.
"What about Cas? Is no one gonna interrogate him?" Sam asked, trying to get all the attention off himself.
"It was just an old friend of his. You know Cas. He's an angel. He's naïve and impressionable, probably easy to seduce." Dean answered.
"Well, that's a weird way of putting it." Cas said.
"Oh, just deal with it." Dean replied, nudging Cas's foot under the table. Cas nudged him in response, and Dean smiled – just a little – but he smiled.
"So, Cas." Dean started. "What have you never done?"
Cas thought for a moment. "I have never met God."
Everyone stared at him blankly.
"Yeah. Neither have we." Dean chuckled. "I have never accidentally shot myself."
Cas took a sip of his drink.
"How?" Dean asked in disbelief.
"I wasn't sure how a gun worked. And I shot myself." Cas explained.
"Where?" Sam yawned.
"Once in the stomach. Twice in the leg." Cas answered.
"You're such an idiot." Dean smiled.
Cas briefly returned the smile before any of the others looked over.
"Sam?" Charlie said turning to the giant.
"Hm." Sam thought for a moment. "I have never successfully ridden a horse."
"That was more lame than Cas's, dude." Dean said.
Cas coughed behind him. "I can hear you."
"I know." Dean smirked.
"Guys..." Charlie mumbled as she took a sip out of her bottle. "I've ridden a horse before. Aren't you gonna ask about it?"
"If it were something interesting, but it was Sam's turn."
Charlie yawned loudly. "I'm really tired. How about you guys?"
Sam and Kevin nodded their heads in agreement. "Are we gonna have enough energy to get drunk?"
"I'm sure you will." Dean smiled as he pulled out a bottle and handed it to Sam, and then two more and passed them to Charlie and Kevin. "Just start early."
The three passed out on the sofa within fifteen minutes and once Cas made sure that they were out, he and Dean ran back to his room.
"So. Got a whole night to kill." Dean smirked. "What should we spend it on?"
Cas shrugged in mock innocence. "A little bit of this, a little bit of that..."
"And would this and that just happen to contain a tickle match to the death?" Dean asked.
"No. Stay away from me, Dean." Cas warned already laughing. "Don't make me use my powers on you, Dean."
"You wouldn't." Dean smirked as he walked forward, driving Cas further and further into the corner of the room.
"Yes I would, Dean." Cas said sternly.
"Then you would've already." Dean smiled as he ran up and started tickling Cas against the wall.
"Is this seriously how you're going to start every date we have, Dean? Because if so, the waiters at restaurants will most likely be confused." Cas asked in between laughs.
Dean chuckled deeply, in a tone that sent shivers down Cas's spine. "I love when you get annoyed."
"I'm not annoyed. My annoyed is much different, Dean." Cas smiled.
"Let me guess." Dean said. "The lights blow out, the room gets uncomfortably warm, and you're eyes get really blue?"
"How did you know?" Cas asked.
"Call it my intuition." Dean answered. "But Cas, you should get annoyed more often. That's the kind of stuff that gets you laid."
"Oh, really?" Cas asked faking innocency.
"Yeah. Really, Cas." Dean responded. "Just don't go going out on any dates. You're mine."
"Is that so?" Cas asked.
"Yes, it is." Dean whispered into Cas's ear as Cas pinned him against a wall.
"Then I guess I'll just have to see how it works." Cas whispered in response as the light fixtures in the room blew out and the temperate started slowly rising.
"You little shit." Dean laughed. "That information was for educational use only."
"Well, I'm studying." Cas smiled deviously.
"That was smooth, Cas. I'll give you that." Dean said as Cas began kissing the sides of Dean's neck.
"Cas." Dean moaned. "You're the one who needs to stop now."
"You're the one that started it." Cas said in a low, gravelly tone.
"Dammit, Cas." Dean muttered.
"I guess you realize then, whatever happens next..." Cas paused to throw Dean on the bed. "...is your own fault."
Cas lay with his head on Dean's chest, his fingers running through Cas's matted, black hair. Cas's breathing was slow and heavy as he lay deep in thought.
"Dean?" Cas finally said.
"Yeah, Cas?" Dean replied, continuing to run through his hair.
Cas rolled over, so the other side of his head was on Dean's chest and he was looking up at the hunter. "I still don't fully understand as to why we can not disclose our relationship to your brother and friends."
"It's complicated, Cas." Dean sighed.
"How so?" Cas asked, his voice demanding, but still soft and caring. "I want you to explain it to me. All of it."
"I've already explained to you about how they wouldn't think of us the same." Dean said.
"So this isn't about them thinking you're gay or anything?" Cas asked.
"Of course not. I mean, I'm not gay either." Dean answered.
Cas raised an eyebrow at Dean.
"Well, not technically. I mean, you don't have a set gender." Dean said awkwardly. "Either way, I'd be anything you, Cas."
Cas smiled softly at that. "But there's obviously more to it."
"Maybe the point that it's just plain crazy, absurd, unbelievable, never seen before kind of crap." Dean replied.
"What do you mean, Dean?" Cas asked, slightly hurt.
"I mean that the idea of a guy who hunts monsters with his family falls in love and is in a relationship with his angel best friend. What part of that is normal?" Dean scoffed.
"The only part that matters is the fact that two people that obviously love each other are in a relationship." Cas replied.
Dean got a sympathetic look on his face. "There's always more to it than that, Cas."
"There doesn't have to be, Dean." Cas said. "Why can't it just be simply that?"
"Because Cas, humans don't see in black & white like you do. They see in shades of gray. We see variables and what if's and I wonder's and there's always more to everything." Dean explained.
"That's the all of humanity, though, Dean." Cas pleaded. "Can't one person change?"
Dean felt a pang of guilt hit his stomach.
Cas spoke again, his voice barely a whisper. "Can't you change?"
"Cas, I'm sorry, but..."
Cas closed his eyes as he spoke, his tone cold and harsh, just to mask the pain behind it. "Don't tell me you're sorry."
"What?" Dean asked confused.
"Don't tell me you're sorry." Cas repeated. "Don't even try."
"Cas..." Dean sighed.
"Don't 'Cas' me." The angel said irritated. "Not five minutes ago, you said you'd be anything for me, and I ask you one thing and all you can say is you can't do it, but you're sorry. I don't want to hear it, Dean."
Dean's breath shook as he exhaled. "It's different, Cas."
"Of course it is." Cas retorted as he pulled himself off Dean and rested on his elbow. "Because humans see in shades of gray."
"Cas. I said I'd be anything for you. Asking me to change and to stop caring about what my family and friends think is another." Dean explained, making sure that his voice didn't sound angry or demanding.
"Well, Dean." Cas said. "I'm asking you to be unafraid. I'm asking you to be different. I'm asking you to be confident. Can you do that now since I've put it in your terms, or are you still seeing all gray?"
Dean ran a hand stressfully through his hair. "If you would've just let me finish my thought, Cas. I could explain it to you more."
Cas's gaze softened a little in understanding, but his tone remained emotionless. "Fine. Finish it."
"I wasn't saying that our relationship was weird or absurd or insane or any of that. That's how everyone else sees it. Did you see Charlie and Sam's face when they thought I said I was in love with you? It was pure excitement, and not the congratulations kind of excitement. It was the amused and entertained excitement, Cas. We're just a joke to them. The whole idea of 'us' is so hilariously stupid that if it were real, they would never take us seriously again."
Cas remained silent and felt his own guilt creep in after what Dean had said.
"And stop talking like that." Dean added.
"Like what?" Cas asked.
"Like that."
"I do not see what is wrong with my voice. It is my normal voice, Dean."
"No it's not, Cas." Dean replied. "I've seen you happy. I've seen you laugh. I've seen you excited. I've seen you drunk. I've seen you flirty. And you always sound different, but as soon as it gets too much, as soon as the shit hits the fan, you stop. You bottle everything up and hide it. You lose all emotion in your voice. The only time you do that, Cas, is when you're hurt. And you're hurt I can tell. And fuck knows I am. So quit with the tough guy act, because if this relationship is going to work, it should be based off honesty."
Cas slowly started letting his guard down. "You're right, Dean."
Dean's voice went back to the calm, comforting tone it was earlier. "You're sitting here telling me to be unafraid, and indifferent, and confident, when you're not. So, cut it out okay?"
Dean smiled softly as Cas who laid back down on his abdomen.
"Do you ever plan on telling them?" Cas asked.
"Eventually. I just think that you and I need time to ourselves first. I know it's hard lying and going behind their backs, but we can't be fighting like this everyday and expect to survive of the scrutiny of just about everyone we know." Dean answered.
"You're agitated, Dean. You're mad. I can tell." Cas said quietly.
"No, I'm not, Cas." Dean replied. "I'm just worried. Worried because I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in my life and I don't want to lose you."
"I don't want to lose you either, Dean." Cas smiled.
"Then, can't you understand why I don't want to tell anyone yet?" Dean asked.
Cas inhaled deeply and then exhaled. "I think I can, Dean."
"Good." Dean smiled.
"But you know what I don't understand?" Cas asked.
"What?" Dean answered.
"Is how you know exactly what to say to make me love you even more each time you talk." Cas laughed as he climbed fully on top of Dean, placing his hands on Dean shoulders, and pulled himself up to eye level.
"Well, hello there." Dean smiled as his eyes aligned with Cas's.
Cas pecked him on the lips. "Hello to you, Dean."
A/N: Dammit, mom. She's making me go to bed at like 10 , when I normally go to bed at like 3AM, so I know I'm *groans* STILL *groan end* behind, by like what two days, but this was an extra long chapter, will nice little angsty fluff at the end for all you guys to make up for it. IM SO SORRY ABOUT THIS. I DON'T WANNA HURT YOU. SO I'VE BEEN SPENDING ALL DAY WORKING ON MY BEHIND CHAPTERS AND MY PARENTS THINK THAT THIS IS CONSUMING MY LIFE. *whispers* it actually is *whisper end* So, review if you have any suggestions on things you want them to do or say, I mean ten days until christmas. Oooh the merry mischief that will happen. And yes, eventually the others are gonna find out about Dean and Cas, and I thought of a really clever way to make that happen.