Dean pressed small, light kisses to the side of Cas's neck. His leg was draped over Cas's thighs and his arm over Cas's stomach. Dean placed a longer kiss to his cheek as Cas started laughing.
"Hello, Dean." Cas smiled, turning over so they were facing each other.
"Hello, Cas." Dean replied, mimicking Cas's tone.
Cas leaned forward and began kissing Dean.
"What's wrong this time?" Dean asked.
"What makes you think something's wrong?" Cas knitted his eyebrows together.
"You're only this nice when something's wrong." Dean stated. "So might as well get it over with."
"What? You mean I can't make out with my boyfriend?" Cas laughed.
"Just what'd you do?" Dean chuckled.
"Well, you know how I said there was that formal dance later tonight?" Cas smiled shyly.
"Yes. Go on." Dean answered.
"Well...um. You are aware that it's Wasington D.C then?" Cas continued.
"I gathered as much." Dean replied.
"We will be flying there." Cas muttered.
"What?" Dean scoffed. "Why can't we just take my baby?"
"It's too long a drive." Cas stated.
"If you follow the speed limits, then sure it is." Dean smirked. "But we both know I don't."
Cas sighed. "We can't exactly arrive at the White House in a...a Chevy."
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Dean snorted.
"Well, it's no Rolls Royce." Cas shrugged.
"You're right." Dean nodded. "It's better than a Rolls Royce."
Cas ran a hand through his hair. "Dean, we're not taking a car. Besides, we'll all leave here, arrive at the Ronald Reagan National airport with some other guests who will meet us there. Then we will be picked up by a limousine and escorted to the White House."
"I'm not sure if my stomach is doing flips because I'm meeting the president or I'm about to barf." Dean retorted.
"If it's the latter, turn the other way." Cas said.
"I'm mentally barfing." Dean scowled. "Just..." Dean shuddered. "Airplanes."
"You'll be fine, Dean. We can't back out now. Balthazar already R.S.V.P'd us." Cas sighed, leaning up and giving Dean a chaste kiss.
"Oh you're going to owe me a lot more than that if we survive this." Dean growled.
"I always pay my dues." Cas smiled slyly. "So hurry up and get dressed, Dean."
"Cas," Dean groaned. "It's like 6 AM in the morning."
Cas craned his neck to look over Dean. "Actually it's almost noon."
"No way!" Dean exclaimed.
"Yes way. Turn your lazy ass around and see for yourself." Cas snapped.
"Gotta love that attitude." Dean smirked, pulling the covers off himself. "Holy shit it's cold!"
"Really?" Cas asked.
"Yes, really." Dean snorted, yanking the blankets from Cas.
"Oh my God." Cas grimaced, quickly pulling them back up.
"If I don't get them, neither do you." Dean stated, pulling the sheets completely off and dragging them across the room. "Now put on a bathrobe or something."
"I don't have one." Cas said.
"Neither do I and you don't see me bitching about it." Dean remarked.
"You've been 'bitching' this whole time, Dean." Cas rolled his eyes, standing up off the bed. "Obviously with good reason, but still. Bitching."
"Like you're much different." Dean retorted.
"You're used to me bitching though." Cas mused.
"And you, me." Dean smirked.
"Touché." Cas countered, walking over and picking up the comforter off the floor. He wrapped it around himself and stepped into a pair of cat slippers and walked out of the room. He turned to Dean and frowned. "Well? What are you waiting for?"
"You're so greedy." Dean muttered. "Just take all the warmth."
"I'm important. I need to ensure my health." Cas stated.
"Fuck you." Dean smiled, pulling on a pair of socks and following Cas down the stairs.
"Of course the utilities panel is on the complete other side of the house." Dean scowled.
"Quit whining." Cas snapped.
"Says the one wrapped in a bundle of warmth." Dean muttered.
Cas unwrapped part of the blanket from himself and pulled it around Dean's shoulder so that both of them were encompassed in the warmth. Cas leaned up and began to kiss Dean, releasing his grip on the blanket and placing his hands on Dean's hips.
"Ugh." Balthazar choked. "You two are disgustingly adorable."
"Oh my God!" Dean exclaimed. "You seriously need to change the locks on this place, Cas."
"I really should..." Cas mumbled. "What do you want, Balthazar?"
"Umm. How about it's time to go?" He smiled bitterly.
"No, it's not." Cas replied. "We don't have to leave for another hour and a half."
"Well, the flight will take longer due to having to take a detour over a large storm. We should be on the way there right now." He stated.
"Fuck..." Cas groaned. "At least let us get dressed."
"No time for that. You know Mrs. Brewer does not appreciate tardiness." Balthazar sighed. "Go like that. I'm sure no one will notice."
"Yes. Even Gabriel is in a fancy suit and Cas and I will be sitting her in flannel PJ's and slippers." Dean retorted.
"Your fault not mine." Balthazar sang. "I figured if I turned off the heat, you'd put clothes on before coming out, but whatever. Gabriel, Sam, and Jessica are already in the car."
"He's bringing Jess?" Dean scoffed.
"Guess so." Balthazar mused, running over and grabbing Cas's hand, Cas grabbing Dean's in return. "Now let's go!"
"Oh, God..." Dean whispered, staring up at the private jet. "I can't do this, Cas."
"Yes, you can. What's a few hours, Dean?" Cas smiled.
"Yeah, Dean-o." Gabriel smirked. "You spend longer than that in the bathroom sometimes."
"How the hell would you know that?" Cas asked.
"Aw..." Jess cooed. "Castiel is sticking up for Dean."
Sam leaned in and whispered quietly to Jess. "We shouldn't get involved. Those three are kind of weird."
"And you're not?" She laughed as they walked onto the plane.
"I fucking hate you sometimes." Cas sighed.
"I get that a lot." Gabriel mused.
"Unsurprisingly." Dean snorted.
"Shut your cake hole." Gabriel snapped. "At least I can stand to be on a plane."
"At least I'm not shorter than the average height." Dean countered, stepping closer to Gabriel.
Cas separated them, pushing them apart from each other with his hands. "Calm. The fuck. Down. Gabriel, stop being an assbutt. Dean, get on the fucking plane. The other one."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Not after he apologizes."
"Oh we are not doing this. It's bad enough we are going to be the last flight to show up at the airport, you and I will be in pajamas and socks. The last thing we need right now, is a couple of idiots fighting." Cas growled, grabbing Dean's arm. "Now come on."
"I don't like this, Cas." Dean muttered as he was dragged onto another nearby plane.
"I don't like having to deal with your bullshit." Cas replied.
"You love it." Dean smirked as Cas pulled him to a staircase and then lead him up it. "So why exactly do we get a whole separate plane to ourselves?"
"Well I figured it's a long flight and you'll need something to do." Cas growled.
"You're joking right?" Dean scoffed. "On a plane?"
"No." Cas tilted his head in confusion.
"We could die any second! What if the plane started crashing?!" Dean cried.
"Dean." Cas cupped his face. "The plane is not going to crash. I won't let it."
"You can't control that." Dean stated.
"Yes I can. I own the plane. I tell it what to do." Cas responded.
"You think I'm stupid enough to fall for that?" Dean laughed.
"You've fallen for a lot of other stupid things." Cas mused.
"Like you?" Dean smirked.
"Fuck you." Cas retorted.
"Give me one reason why." Dean said.
"Well..." Cas paused. "If we did crash and die, it would give a whole new meaning to going out with a bang."
"Who would've known you could make a joke?" Dean smiled.
"Fuck you." Cas repeated.
"We're the only people on this plane?" Dean asked.
Cas nodded.
"Then where the hell are the pilots?!" Dean exclaimed.
"I should've seen that coming. Yes, we're the only people on this plane, outside of the pilots. Both of which who are going to be occupied the entire flight." Cas sighed.
"Positive?"
"Yes. Positive." Cas assured him.
"Hm...okay!" Dean chimed, falling back onto the bed, spreading his arms and legs in a star formation. "Make the time pass."
"Gladly." Cas smiled, climbing on top of him. "If you insist."
Dean huffed an exasperated breath as the door to the jet unlocked and opened. He practically ran out of it.
"Jesus, Dean." Cas groaned. "No need to run. We're already on the ground, you idiot."
"Oh I'm the idiot." Dean retorted.
"I made a mistake alright?" Cas sighed. "Accidents happen."
"You're an accident." Dean snorted.
"I actually was." Cas muttered.
"I know." Dean smirked.
"Ass..." Cas scowled.
"Need I even say this, but I am not the ass in this situation." Dean replied.
"I'm not an ass, either." Cas argued.
"Yeah you are." Dean laughed.
"Well, I'm not anymore of an asshole now." Cas stated. "I just fucked up. People do that, Dean."
"And the moment of truth." Dean moaned as the door to the other plane opened.
Cas grimaced as Sam, Jess, Balthazar, and Gabriel filed out of their plane.
"You act like this is all my fault." Cas growled.
"Isn't it?" Dean asked.
"Not completely." Cas answered.
"Okay. How isn't this completely your fault?"
"Michael's the one who bought the damned thing." Cas scowled. "It's not my fault if he only bought one with a shower."
"You can't pin this on Michael who bought this over a decade ago." Dean snapped.
"Enjoy the flight, scardey cat?" Gabriel teased, stepping up to Dean but quickly coughing and stepping back. "I think that answers that."
"What answers what?" Sam scoffed, leaning forward and taking a whiff of the air before choking. "Oh my God."
"It's Cas's fault." Dean stated.
"It is not!" Cas protested.
"I don't care whose fucking fault it is." Gabriel wheezed, fanning the air in front of his nose. "All I care is that you two get a few cans of Febreze."
"Seriously, boys." Balthazar laughed. "Don't you have anything better to do?"
Cas sighed and smiled bitterly as he followed the others to the limo, where a few other guests were already sitting. Cas and Dean sat down and flushed red as the people around them started crinkling their noses and scooting away. Dean grew confused as he saw Sam go over to the chauffeur.
"Uh, Can we borrow that?" Sam asked, pointing to a pine tree hanging from the rearview mirror.
"Sure." The chauffeur replied awkwardly.
"And do you have any perfume, hairspray, anything scented?" Sam smiled warily.
"I think I have some perfume." She mused.
"Is it just me or does it smell like sex in here?" One man mused.
All the heads in the limo slowly turned to Dean and Cas. Just in time to affirm their suspicions, Sam held his nose as he sprayed Dean and Cas up and down with the perfume.
"Great." Dean retorted. "Now I'm going to smell like Chanel Nº5 the whole night."
"Fucking in a plane without a shower was your mistake." Sam smirked. "Don't worry. The driver's going to stop and bring you guys a few cans of Febreze."
"Oh, joy." Dean sighed.
"Don't worry, Dean." Cas smiled reassuringly. "When you're at the bottom, the only place to go is up."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Plato?" Dean scoffed.
"Well, this day can't get much worse. So, that means it has to get better." Cas stated.
"That's what they all say until it ends up ten times worse." Dean muttered.
"Well, you know what that old saying says. Yoko Ono." Cas smirked.
"I love you..." Dean groaned. "But the worrying thing is why?"
"Shut up." Cas adjusted his position so his head was leaning on Dean's shoulder and Dean rested his head on top of Cas's.
A/N: Yes, I know I was going to put the dance thing in here, but this just got so long, and my great uncle and aunt are staying are sleeping here right now. They just came in at like 10:30, so I was helping them and then I'm going to Vegas tonight again, so I need my sleep and couldn't write that dance in. So it gets a whole chapter of it's own. Probably. But it's like 4:15 now and I"m tired. I think getting obsessed with Neon Hitch and Izzy Azalea wasn't helping me concentrated. I've been watching their music videos over and over and over again.