December 21st

"I don't want to get up." Dean groaned into Cas's chest. "I want to stay like this forever."

Cas placed a kiss in Dean's hair. "Me, too, Dean. Me, too."

Dean nestled in closer to the angel taking in his familiar scent that he found so comforting. Cas wrapped his arms tighter around Dean in response. Dean kissed Cas's chest and gently rubbed his scruffy face into him. Cas ran his hand through Dean's short, but soft hair. Dean let out a faint, happy whine.

"Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you are when you're sleepy?" Cas smiled.

"Every fucking day, Cas." Dean mumbled.

Cas chuckled. "C'mon, Dean. You have to get up now."

"What are you, my dad?" Dean whined.

"Dean, it's your favorite day isn't it?" Cas asked.

"My favorite day is any day I spend with you." Dean replied.

"I've never met anyone who can be cranky, but cuddly and adorable at the same time, before you, Dean." Cas laughed. "Know what you want to do today?"

"Lay in bed with you." Dean answered.

"Well, as much as I share those views, I'm going to have to protest." Cas smiled. "Go be social, Dean. Talk to your family."

"You're my family, too, Cas." Dean muttered. "Doesn't that count?"

"No, it doesn't, Dean." Cas scolded. "Get up and go talk to Sam and Kevin and Charlie. You invited them to this."

"I invited you, too." Dean complained.

"Well, we have the rest of our lives to have sleepovers together, Dean." Cas countered. "Go. Be. Social."

"Can I ask you something?" Dean asked, pulling away from Cas and propping himself up on his elbow so he was looking at the angel.

"Anything, Dean. You know that." Cas responded.

"How do you feel about Sam?" Dean asked.

"In what sense do you mean?" Cas replied.

"I mean how do you feel about him knowing about us?" Dean clarified. "Honestly."

"Is this really about how I feel, or is it just an excuse for you to share your feelings without feeling like a bother?" Cas asked.

"A little bit of both." Dean answered.

"That's what I thought." Cas smiled.

"So?" Dean prodded. "Your opinion. Spill it."

"I don't care who knows about us and I don't care what people think of us or say about us." Cas started. "I'm going to love you no matter what, Dean. So I don't care what Sam does with that information. I just go along with secrecy because it's what you want and you have your own reasoning behind it. But what's bothering you, Dean?"

"I think that Sam is just an example of worse things yet to come, Cas." Dean said.

"How so?" Cas asked.

"He's my brother and one of your best friends. Just within the last few days, he' teased us more about it, exchanged weird glances, teams up with Charlie, and constantly is bothering me to-"

Cas cut Dean off with a quick, chaste kiss. "That's how brothers are, Dean. You just wouldn't know this."

"What do you mean I wouldn't know. I have a brother, Cas, if you haven't noticed." Dean replied.

Cas sighed. "You've never been in a relationship you were ashamed of, Dean."

"I'm not ashamed of you, Cas." Dean said.

"Then what are you?" Cas asked.

"I don't know. It's a weird question, okay?" Dean muttered. "Just explain to me about this brother thing."

"When I first sided with you, everyone in heaven mocked me. Everyone made fun of me and judged me because I was taking personal calls for a human." Cas started. "All of my brothers laughing and poking fun at just a friendship."

"I'm sorry, Cas." Dean said quietly.

"It's not your fault, Dean." Cas replied softly. "Even now, Gabriel is the only one of the other angels who knows about our relationship. I love him and he loves me. He is my older brother and I am his younger. Do you know how many 'Dean' jokes I hear every minute when I talk to him. I think it's their way of saying Congratulations, Dean."

"So you're just saying that Sammy's slapping me on the back?" Dean asked.

"In your words, yes. I believe so." Cas answered, speaking softly after that. "Earlier you said you weren't ashamed of us, but you never answered be when I asked what you were feeling, what you were doing, and why. I want answers, Dean."

Dean sighed. "I'm trying to protect us."

"Protect us or protect you?" Cas asked, his voice sounding caring and understanding, not rough and mathematical.

"Protect you." Dean answered.

"From what?" Cas smiled. "I can get hit by a bus and walk away unscathed."

"From getting emotionally hurt, Cas." Dean said. "Not everyone walks away unscathed. People say things, Cas. People say mean things and a lot of times they don't mean it. Even now, to the others the idea of us is something they're betting on. It's a game. It's a joke. We've been through his before Cas."

Dean grabbed Cas's hands in his own. "I think we should just wait until we're not all living together under one roof to tell them. That could get hectic, Cas. They would have time when they went home to think about it and gather their thoughts before the next time they see us. I promise, Cas. We can tell them then."

"Okay, Dean." Cas smiled.

"Great." Dean smiled into a quick kiss and swung out of bed.

Dean and Cas pulled on their clothes quickly and Dean cheerfully walked out to the living area where Sam and Charlie were sitting and laughing, each enjoying their own cup of coffee. Dean plopped down next to Sam all hugs and smiles.

"No morning coffee, Dean?" Sam asked.

"I feel great this morning. I slept well last night I guess." Dean shrugged.

"Hm." Sam hummed. "Well, good for you, Dean."

"So I was just telling Sam that after today, we only have one more Saturday. So I think we should spend today as an actual sleepover and do sleepover stuff." Charlie said.

"Like what?" Dean asked.

"Like party games. Would You Rather, Truth or Dare, those sort of things. We could make a pizza, have a marker fight, prank call people, confession circle, that stuff." Charlie answered.

"I don't know. What do you think, Sammy?" Dean asked.

"I think it's a good idea. I mean, we've never been to real sleepover ourselves. And what could go wrong with three guys, a hacker, and a seraph having a party?" Sam answered.

"Well, I'm all for it." Dean smiled. "I doubt Cas cares what we do that much. Kevin will probably clear off on it. I'll go check on him."

Dean walked down the hallway and gingerly knocked on Kevin's door.

"Sup." Kevin greeted him.

"So instead of our normal plan, we were thinking of letting Charlie take the ropes today and have an actual sleepover with sleepover things and stuff."

"Like?" Kevin asked.

"I believe she said Truth or Dare, Would You Rather, confession circle, something about a pizza, and some other stuff." Dean answered. "You in?"

"Sure." Kevin nodded. "Why not?"

"So Charlie..." Sam said. "Should we go gather ingredients and the such now, while we still have time to kill?"

"Might as well." She smiled. "Dean, if you don't mind?"

"Any chance to drive my baby." Dean smirked as he pulled his keys out of his pocket.

"Cas!" Dean called. "Cas, get your ass over here!"

"Hello, Dean." Cas said.

"We're going on a car trip!" Dean exclaimed.

"Where to?" Cas asked.

"The store!" Dean exclaimed bounding out the door.

"What's got him so excited?" Sam asked.

Cas tilted his head in mesmerization. "I'm not sure. But now I want to know."

"Curiosity killed the cat, Cas." Sam remarked.

"It is a good thing that I am no part feline then." Cas nodded. "Therefore, the concept of curiosity has no risk of endangering, let alone, killing me."

"It's just a figure of speech Cas." Sam laughed.

"How is it used?" Cas asked.

"It means that you should be careful, Cas. You may find out, but you may not like what you find." Sam warned him.

Upon hearing this, Cas slowed his pace a little and rethought about it using what Sam had just said. What would Dean hide from him that made him so happy? Maybe it's nothing. Maybe he really did just get a good night's sleep. Cas decided he'd wait until tomorrow and see if his joyous spell continued.

Cas cleared his throat and walked up beside Dean in the store.

"Hey, Cas." Dean smiled, lacing his fingers in Cas's.

"Hello, Dean." Cas greeted him.

"Did you want to talk about something, or did you just come here to manage your phlegm and hold my hand?" Dean laughed.

"I just wanted to..." Cas started, but paused remembering he told himself to wait until tomorrow.

"To?" Dean asked.

Not having a response, Cas leaned in and began kissing Dean.

"That's a good enough answer for me." Dean smiled, giving Cas a small peck in reply.

Cas smiled back and laced his hand back into Dean's. Dean gave Cas's hand a quick squeeze as they walked down the aisle, looking for the most appetizing pizza toppings.

"You and I. We'll share a pizza." Dean laughed.

Cas nodded. "Ok, Dean."

Dean grabbed for the sausage bits and tossed them in the cart. When he looked up, he saw Sam on the other side of the aisle looking at him.

"Did I just hear you say that you were going to share your food with someone?" Sam scoffed. "You don't share with anyone, Dean. Anyone."

"I have a soft spot for heavenly beings that can murder me." Dean smirked.

After they'd gotten all their ingredients, and then some extra supplies, they drove back to the bunker.

"What should we do first? It's almost 2." Sam asked.

"We should probably preheat the oven and get the pizza ready." Charlie answered.

"Good point. I'm hungry." Sam said.

"Me too." Dean groaned.

"Dean, you're always hungry." Sam retorted.

"Shut up." Dean laughed. "Bitch."

"Jerk." Sam shot back.

Dean and Cas prepared their own Meat Lover's special, while on the opposite end of the magnet, Sam put as much natural, green things he could find on his pizza. Charlie had some greens, but mostly meat, while Kevin had some meat, but mostly greens. It all balanced out in the end.

"We should play truth or dare for a little bit while we wait, and we can continue it later." Charlie offered.

"Why don't we do that then?" Sam agreed as they all took their seats on the sofa.

"Always pick dare. Don't pick truth." Dean whispered into Cas's ear. "Never truth."

Cas nodded in acknowledgment.

"How about you start, Charlie?" Sam suggested.

"Dean. Truth or Dare?" Charlie asked.

"Dare." Dean responded.

"I dare you to lick all around Kevin's belly button." Charlie smirked.

"House rules first, lady." Dean said. "No personal parts involved and no chicken outs on dares."

"I can go down with that." Charlie responded. "Anyways Kevin."

Kevin hesitantly lifted up his shirt and closed his eyes. After a moment he felt the warm, wet feel of a tongue roaming his stomach.

"I think I'm gonna barf." Kevin muttered as Dean pulled away.

"Imagine how I feel, Kev." Dean retorted. "Sam. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." Sam said.

Dean smiled deviously.

"Shit." Sam muttered

"Go get a bottle of soy sauce and chug the whole bottle." Dean smiled.

"That's gross." Sam replied.

"No chicken outs." Dean teased.

Sam emerged from the kitchen area with a half full container of soy sauce. He gagged as he downed the rest of the bottle.

"Yum." Sam muttered, tossing the bottle into the trash. "Charlie. Truth or Dare?"

"She already had a turn." Dean said.

She can have multiple. It's not against the rules." Sam smiled.

"Truth." Charlie answered.

"What is the worst date you ever went on?" Sam asked.

She thought for a moment. "There were a lot, but I think the one that wins is the online dating one. I met this girl in my area and apparently she thought I was a guy. I wave at her as she comes in the restaurant and she's like, 'You're Charlie?'. I nod and she says, 'I'm sorry. I thought you were a man. I'm straight. Sorry again.'. And she walked out just like that."

Sam laughed and she turned to him. He motioned with his eyes to get Dean back.

"Dean. Truth or Dare?" Charlie asked.

Dean figured he had is coming, whatever was coming, but it was worth it. "Dare."

"I dare you to kiss Cas." She smiled. "On the lips. For 5 seconds straight."

Dean turned wide-eyed to Cas and then to Charlie, stopping in the middle to glare at Sam.

"What?" Dean and Cas scoffed at the same time.

"Don't you need my consent?" Cas asked.

"They didn't have mine, so no." Kevin answered.

"No chicken outs!" Sam mocked.

"Fuck." Dean retorted as he turned to Cas.

"This gon' be good!" Charlie exclaimed.

"You need to stop quoting internet memes, Charlie." Sam laughed.

"Never!" Charlie exclaimed. "Now we don't have all day here, Dean."

As Dean leaned into Cas he whispered something. "Don't kiss back. Look uninterested."

Dean scrunched his nose in awkwardness as he held his lips against Cas's for the five seconds, releasing as soon as his time was done. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

"You suck so much." Dean glared at Charlie.

"Sorry." She smiled.

"No sparks, Charlie. We're not meant for each other. Can you drop it now?" Dean asked.

"I will always ship it, Dean!" Charlie exclaimed.

"Screw you." Dean muttered. "I feel dirty now."

Before they could continue anything else, the buzzer on the oven went off and they rushed into the kitchen to get their pizzas. They met back on the couch with their mini pizzas on plates. Dean cut his into four slices and handed two to Cas.

"Sam! Can I borrow your laptop?" Charlie asked.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"I can grab Truth or Dare questions off the internet and write them on note cards, so we don't have to think up our own." Charlie explained.

"Fine." Sam sighed. "Only because I trust you with computers."

Sam returned and handed Charlie his laptop and a pile of two different color notebook cards.

"This'll do great." Charlie said. "Thanks, Sam."

Occasionally Charlie would laugh at one as she wrote it down, but most of the time wore a sly smile.

"I don't like where this is going." Dean muttered.

"I do." She giggled darkly.

After a load of cards were written up, she sorted them by color onto the table. Blue cards were truth and red cards were dares.

"So Dean, you get to pick someone." Charlie smiled.

"Cas. Truth or Dare?" Dean asked, glaring at Cas to pick the right one.

"Dare." Cas finally said.

A wave of relief fell over Dean as he went to pick up the Dare card. He stared at it in awe, thinking off all the ways that this could go wrong.

The rest of the group chooses one player that you have to obey and do everything they say for the rest of the game.

"Sorry, Cas." Dean mouthed. "I vote I get to be his master."

"I vote Charlie." Sam said,

"Me too." Charlie agreed.

After a large sigh, Kevin spoke up. "Charlie would be more fun."

"My condolences, Cas." Dean whispered.

A dark smile crept across Charlie's face. "Lay with your head in Dean's lap and stroke his arm."

Dean groaned. "Charlie you suck so much."

"Thank you." She smirked.

"Cas." Dean said. "Ask someone."

Cas knew Kevin hadn't gone yet, so he chose him. "Kevin. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth." Kevin answered.

"Dean?" Cas asked.

Dean immediately understood Cas and handed him a blue card.

If you had to choose someone in this group to be stranded on an island with, who would it be and why?

"That's easy." Kevin laughed. "Cas. You can make stuff out of thin air, fly, and are super strong and powerful."

"That was lame." Dean retorted.

"Well then how about we do you next?" Kevin laughed. "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." Dean answered.

Kevin laughed darkly.

Put a scoop of ice cream down the front of your pants.

Sam heard this and burst out laughing. "KARMA BITCH!"

"I find it humorously ironic in this situation." Cas told Dean.

"You're probably going to need to move your head, feathers." Dean muttered as he moped off to get the ice cream. Moments later there was a high pitched scream and Dean awkwardly walked back and sat down on the couch again.

"Keep your head on his lap, Cas." Charlie ordered.

"Now this feels worse." Dean said. "Charlie. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." She smiled. "I'm feeling adventurous."

Dean smiled as he read her card.

Put a thick layer of pepper in your mouth and swallow.

"Have fun." Dean smirked.

The game of Truth or Dare continued with other crazy dares and half-boring truths.

"Thank God that's over! I feel violated now thanks to you, Charlie." Dean exclaimed pushing Cas off his lap. "I'm going to go change my pants and take a shower now. The ice cream's freaking melted everywhere."

"Why don't we all wash up a little?" Sam agreed, using his spit to wash off the drawing of cocks all over his face.

Charlie snickered.

"How is it that you remain perfectly fine?" Sam scoffed.

"I know how to play my cards, I guess." She smirked.

Sam sighed. "Whatever."

"Quit being such a dick, Sam." Charlie laughed.

"Stop with the puns, Charlie. Stop before it begins." Sam replied as he walked off towards his room.

Charlie chuckled darkly as she opened the door to her own room.

"Hello, Dean." Cas said.

Dean finished undressing and stepped in the shower, then groaned. "I have sprinkles in places I should not have sprinkles."

"You should not have sprinkles on yourself anyways normally." Cas replied.

"True. Fucking birthday cake flavor..." Dean muttered, turning on the water. "So what'd you want? And is it just me, or do you always have stuff to talk about while I'm showering?"

"Does it bother you, Dean?" Cas asked. "I can leave if you want."

"Of course, not!" Dean smiled popping his head outside the shower curtain. "So, what's up?"

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay, Dean." Cas answered. "You are okay, right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Dean replied, pulling the shower curtain aside slightly. "What's this about, Cas?"

"Nothing." Cas said, mentally scolding himself for breaking his self-made promise. "Sam was wondering about you."

"What for? I don't see why I wouldn't be okay anyways." Dean responded.

"He just thought you'd been acting different than you're usual self today." Cas answered.

"Well, I assure you and Sam, I'm fine." Dean smiled, as he turned off the water and reached for the towel.

"You're sure?" Cas asked.

Dean stepped out of the shower securing the towel around his waist. "I'm sure, Cas."

Dean leaned over and gave Cas a quick kiss. "Quit being such a chick."

"How am I being like small poultry?" Cas asked tilting his head slightly.

Dean laughed.

"What is humorous about this situation, Dean?" Cas asked.

Dean smiled before answering. "You are way too adorable when you don't understand things."

Cas crossed his arms. "I don't see how people think I'm adorable when I am terrifying!"

"You couldn't scare a fly if you wanted to, Cas." Dean smiled, ruffling Cas's hair as he walked by.

Cas followed Dean as he walked out of Cas's room and into his own in search of clean clothes. "What makes me classify as adorable?"

"Just the small things, Cas. Those things you do without noticing." Dean answered.

"Such as?" Cas asked.

Dean smiled. "Such as the way you tilt your head when you're confused. Such as the way you can't stand being anything other than strong and manly. Such as they way you get flustered over mundane tasks. Such as the way the lights blow out when you get angry. Such as the way you don't understand when you say something funny. Such as they way you are confused by human figurative language. Such as the way you look right now. Especially the way that you suck at lying."

"Dean, many of those things are not displays you should take as a friendly gesture." Cas said. "And what is wrong with how I look now?"

"Well, nothing's 'wrong' with the way you look now. It makes it even more right, Cas." Dean replied stepping into a clean pair of jeans. "I mean, your hair is all messed up, more than usual at least. Your shirt's half untucked. Your tie is backwards again, which is surprising how fast it goes backwards after I do it almost everyday."

"Does this not also describe many homeless people?" Cas asked.

"I guess you're right there..." Dean muttered. "But they're dirty and smell."

"Dean, I'm dirty. You're dirty. We both have an aroma." Cas replied.

"Well homeless people have psychical dirt and mud on them. And we smell nice." Dean answered. "I mean, I smell like leather and Old Spice and you smell like...I don't know, but I like it."

"Well, I like the way you smell, too, Dean." Cas smiled.

"Good." Dean chuckled, adjusting his jacket. "So unless you're going to do something about your adorable hair, then what do you say we get back to the others?"

Dean pressed a kiss to Cas's hair and walked out of his room.

"What took you so long?" Charlie laughed.

"That ice cream had sprinkles in it." Dean scowled.

"That's great." Charlie smiled. "Beautiful."

"Shut up." Dean retorted. "So what's up next, party host?"

"I doubt you guys are going to be up to a marker fight, considering you just got out of the showers." Charlie thought.

"Yeah, no." Sam replied.

"So what about we play Cards against Humanity?" She smiled excitedly.

"What's that?" Dean asked.

"You haven't heard of it?" Sam laughed. "You? Of all people?"

"No. What is it?" Dean replied.

"It's a really offensive game, if not the most." Sam answered. "But it's pretty fun."

"Is there really a point to it?" Dean asked.

"To be stupid." Charlie said. "Stupid and offend millions."

Sam snorted at the response. "Yeah. Pretty much."

"Sounds like my kind of gig." Dean smirked. "Where is it."

"You can get it, can't you, Cas?" Charlie asked.

"Of course." Cas nodded, a small box appearing in her lap.

"Awesome." Dean said. "How do you play?"

"Well, first we pick someone to be the 'judge'. That's decided by who pooped last." Charlie explained.

"What?" Everyone scoffed at the same time.

"Do we still want to play this game?" Sam laughed.

"It's worth it. I've played so many times." Charlie smiled. "So who crapped last?"

Everyone sat in awkward silence.

"Don't be so immature, guys." Charlie smirked. "Everyone craps."

"This is an awkward topic." Dean said. "Can't we go by something else?"

"Nope." She smiled.

After selecting Sam as the 'judge' of the game, Charlie continued explaining the game. "We all draw ten white cards, which have the 'answers' on them. So Sam will put a black card down which has the 'prompt', you could say, on it. Then, we all look at our cards, and put down the one that sounds the best, or funniest, or which ever one you like the most. Then, Sam will pick which one he likes the best and whoever put that down get's the point for that hand."

"So in short, it's a sick, twisted version of Apples to Apples?" Sam clarified.

"Basically, yeah." Charlie nodded.

Following the instructions, they all drew ten cards and laughed as they looked at what they read. Sam drew from a stack of black cards and read the writing on it.

"During sex I like to think about..." Sam sighed knowing the white cards will be interesting.

The others chuckled darkly as they slid their cards to Sam. Sam shuffled them and spread them out, reading them aloud.

"During sex I like to think about dead babies." Sam laughed.

"During sex I like to think about..." Sam sighed. "My vagina."

"During sex I like to think about golden showers." Sam gagged. "Gross."

"What's a golden shower?" Cas asked Dean.

Dean was going to say something but stopped. "You don't want to know."

"I do, Dean." Cas said.

"Trust me. You don't. Now shut up." Dean laughed and Cas turned back to Sam.

"During sex I like to think about chunks of dead prostitute." Sam said throwing his hands up in there. "You guys are really sick fucks, you know that?"

Charlie smiled. "We're proud. So which wins according to which terms?"

"I'm going to with which is the most unlikely. And considering I don't' have a vagina, that wins." Sam sighed. "Who was it?"

Dean grinned widely. "Give it here, Sammy."

"Of course it was you, Dean. Of course it was."

"It's your turn, Cas." Charlie said.

"This should be entertaining." Dean retorted.

"Of course it will. What can go wrong with an innocent little angel sitting with a bunch of sick fucks like you?"

"I'm not so innocent." Cas said.

"Which card did you put down, Cas?" Sam asked.

"Dead infancy." Cas replied.

"Well, that was the most subtle. Figures." Sam laughed.

Cas drew a card and looked at it before reading it. "What is there a lot of in heaven?"

Dean laughed. "Holy crap! That is the best card you could draw!"

Everyone nodded as they glanced at their cards and quickly passed them to Cas.

Cas read over the cards and then read them aloud.

"There is a lot of scalping in heaven." Cas read. "No there's not. It's very peaceful."

"There is a lot of not wearing pants in heaven." Cas said. "It depends on whose heaven."

"There is a lot of the KKK in heaven." Cas continued. "No. They all went to Hell."

"There is a lot of my genitals in heaven?" Cas questioned "I do not understand this one at all."

Everyone sat red-faced trying to hold back laughter.

"Which one do you think wins?" Charlie laughed.

"The one about my genitals." Cas replied. "This one I had no answer for."

Kevin raised his hand.

"Really?" Dean scoffed. "You, Kevin?"

"I may be young, but I'm still corrupt." Kevin said.

"Obviously." Dean retorted.

"Next." Charlie chuckled.

Dean pulled a black card out and asked, "Daddy, why is Mommy crying?"

Apparently everyone immediately knew what card to put down.

"Okay." Dean said annoyed. "Whoever put this one in is low."

Dean flashed the card in the air and read it out. "Mommy is crying because of being on fire. Whoever put that down is going to Hell."

"Mommy is crying because of the Devil himself." Dean read. "Whom half of us met, and locked in a cage."

"Mommy is crying because of another God damn vampire movie." Dean laughed.

"Mommy is crying because of dying." Dean sighed. "I swear you guys."

Dean put the cards in a pile. "I'm betting vampire movie was you, Sam. You win."

Sam nodded. "I told you they were sick fucks."

"Of course they are. Now which one of you cheek bastards put down what?" Dean asked.

"I put down Lucifer." Cas said.

"That's what I thought." Dean replied. "Kevin. Charlie. Care to explain?"

They both rubbed their heads nervously.

"Next round." Charlie said awkwardly. "You were the biggest dick bag about that, Kevin. No turn for you this round."

"Just be glad I'm not breaking your nose right now. I don't want to have an archangel pissed at me." Dean retorted.

"Here goes nothing." Charlie chimed. "What's my secret power? Fun..."

It took them a moment to think, but one by one, they slid their choices across the coffee table.

"My secret power is grave robbing." She chuckled. "I think that's your guy's department, but okay."

"My secret power is my soul." She smiled. "That's nice for once."

"My secret power is fingering." She read. "How did you know?"

"That's disgusting, Charlie." Sam said.

"Aren't you used to disgusting by now, Sam?" She laughed before reading the last card. "My secret power is laying an egg."

She spread the cards out in front of her and held one up. "My secret power is fingering."

"Guilty." Dean smirked.

"Of course it was you." She smiled tossing the card across the table. "But hey, it fits my lifestyle."

"Gross, again, Charlie." Sam said.

"Don't care!" She chimed.

They played Cards against Humanity for a few awkward and disgusting hours before they decided that it was time to change what they were doing.

"I think there's two ways we can go with this, now." Charlie said. "We can get drunk and party, or we can chill out and just talk."

"We should talk." Sam smiled.

"Hell no. I'm not having a heart to heart with all you guys. Where's the booze?"

"In the alcohol pantry." Cas answered.

Dean smiled. "I know it is, Cas."

"Why'd you ask then?" Cas asked.

"It was rhetorical, Cas." Dean laughed.

"Oh." Cas said. "I think I'll go with Dean on this one."

"You always go with Dean on everything." Sam said. "And they say there's nothing going on."

"Either way, I'm still going with alcohol. It's our tradition now anyways." Dean said.

"Fine." Sam said ignorantly.

"Let's get going, then!" Dean exclaimed, silently motioning for Cas to follow him.

Dean led him into the alcohol cabinet and stepped inside.

"Did you switch out the alcohol again?" Cas asked.

"No, actually. So drink lightly. While they're plastered, we have some alone time." Dean winked. "Be a good slave, and help me with these."

Cas smirked as he held his arms out and clumsily grabbed the bottles. He carried them out to the others and they each took one. He opened his own bottle and took a sip, immediately noticing it wasn't one of the typical, strong drinks that Dean made him drink. He checked the label and saw that it was a lesser alcohol percent.

Dean sat down next to him, tossing his feet up on the table. "Drink up. It's going to be a long night."

Dean and Cas drank sparingly, only enough to get them slightly tipsy.

"Let's get these drunk fools off to bed." Dean chuckled as he pushed his hands into Charlie's underarms and lifted her to a standing position. He proceeded to swing an arm under her and lift her in the air.

"What are you doing, Dean?" Cas asked, carrying a large Sam in his arms. "That's Sam's room, not hers."

"I'm being a dick. That's what I'm doing." Dean smiled as he entered Sam's room. "Make this a bed like ours, would you?"

The bed grew larger and Dean pulled back the comforter and put Charlie down on the far side.

"Here, put Sam in the middle." Dean ordered.

Cas did as told. "Now strip them to their underwear while I get Kevin."

"What?" Cas asked.

"I'm being a dick. Now do it." Dean laughed walking down the hallway.

After an amount of time much longer than it should have been, Dean brought in Kevin and pulled off his jeans and shirt, lying him next to Sam. Dean messily pulled up the blankets and put a few beer bottles on the nightstand, bed, and floor.

"That should be fun in about 7 hours." Dean smiled. "Now we have some time to ourselves."

Dean and Cas walked back to the living space, which had significantly darkened. "What's this Dean? Did you turn out the lights?"

Dean smirked as he walked Cas into the room. "Sit down, Cas."

Cas sat next to Dean on the couch and Dean turned the TV on. There were candles set about the room and as the TV slowly faded on, a fireplace showed up on the screen. Dean looked down at Cas and smiled, placing a small kiss on his forehead. Cas leaned up and kissed him on the lips in return, smiling as he did so. Dean placed a hand around Cas's waist and pulled him closer. Cas leaned his head on Dean's shoulder, placing his hand over Dean's.

"I love you, Dean." Cas said quietly.

"I love you too, Cas." Dean replied, squeezing Cas's hand. Cas draped his other arm around Dean's middle

"And I'll never stop." Dean finished.

Cas sighed contently and continued to kick off his shoes and socks.

"Getting comfy are we?" Dean laughed.

"I'm always comfortable." Cas said.

"You're so uptight." Dean replied. "You need to chill."

"What does my body temperature have to do with anything?" Cas asked.

Dean laughed and kissed Cas's hair. "There's so many ways I could turn that into a pick-up line, but I'm trying not to."

"You could turn anything into a pick up line if you wanted, Dean." Cas smiled, as he moved his feet up at the foot of the couch and untucked his shirt.

"See, it's times like this when you're an adorable little shit." Dean chuckled.

"Is that a compliment?" Cas asked loosening his tie and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt.

"It's whatever you want it to be." Dean smirked.

Cas shifted under Dean's arms and laid his head on Dean's lap staring up at him like earlier. "At least I'm doing this at my own will."

"And mine." Dean laughed, toying with Cas's hair.

Dean started messing with Cas's ears, pulling on them every which way.

"Dean stop that." Cas giggled. "I mean it."

"No you don't." Dean smiled. "You love it."

"No..." Cas whined. "Stop that..."

"Make me." Dean said.

Cas swatted at Dean's hand, each time Dean returning to fidget with Cas's ear some more.

"You can't win, Cas." Dean laughed.

"I can try." Cas replied.

"And fail." Dean teased.

"Not without a fight." Cas smirked as he lifted up Dean's shirt and poked his stomach.

Dean chuckled. "If this is your idea of a fight, then you must have some awkward battles."

"You're kind of stupid sometimes, Dean." Cas said, still poking him.

"I know. So are you." Dean smiled.

"I am not." Cas said. "I am an angel of the Lord. I'm not made to be stupid."

"Well, now you're my angel and you're always going to be stupid." Dean chuckled.

"You've always been my hunter, and you've always been stupid." Cas replied.

"Good." Dean laughed, messing up Cas's hair.

Cas leaned into the touch and smiled softly, closing his eyes.

"See, there's you being stupid again, Cas." Dean laughed.

"How so?" Cas asked.

"You can't sleep." Dean said.

"If you drug me I can." Cas replied.

"Well, I'm not drugging you." Dean said. "Besides, who said anything about sleeping?"

"I'd say you did, given that you're slightly drunk and I can tell that you're tired just by looking at you." Cas answered.

"Smartass..." Dean muttered.

"What happened to being your stupid angel?" Cas asked. "Am I smart now?"

"No. You're just stupid with an attitude." Dean laughed. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Cas sat back up, leaning against Dean, the two of them just talking and laughing and smiling. Slowly, Dean started talking less, and began leaning into Cas, eventually falling asleep on his shoulder. Cas smiled when he noticed, and moved out from under Dean, slowly lowering him onto the couch, then lowering down with him. Cas reached down and grabbed Dean's hand, lacing his fingers with Dean's.

A/N: I'd planned to upload like four motherf'ing chapters today, but it's christmas and 3AM, what does that tell you about my priorities. (oh crap i just forgot i need to get presents for my parents in like half an hour lol) But I tried to put in extra fluff, since I'm having all sorts of timing issues here. XD