I've completely lost my voice which means I have had the opportunity to write all day. This came out, I don't even know what the fuck happened. I blame sleep deprivation.

'Vlog time,' Cas declared after his and Dean's stomachs were filled with pie.

'Okay.'

'Where should we film?'

Dean bit his lip as he thought; his room was too bare, the living room too communal. 'Uh, I don't know.'

'Your room,' Cas decided, already making his way back up the stairs.

'Oh, come on, you don't wanna be seen in there,' Dean chuckled nervously. He could practically hear Cas roll his eyes.

'Right.' Castiel paused his ascent up the stairs and turned to face Dean. 'Do you think Sam would wish to feature in the video?'

'Hell yeah he would. Sam!'

'What?!'

'Come on, we're gonna be in Cas' video!' Dean yelled.

Sam's beaming face appeared at the bottom of the stairs. 'Seriously?'

Cas nodded. 'Of course, Sam.'

'Awesome.'

The three boys entered Dean's room and positioned themselves on the bed whilst Cas set up a good camera angle, resting the device on Dean's desk. With the camera on and recording, Castiel re-joined the brothers on the bed.

'Hello, I'm Castiel,' he opened with and then gestured to Dean.

'I'm… Dean.'

Castiel's hand moved to point at Sam. 'I'm Sam!' The volume of the youngest Winchester's voice made Dean and Cas jump.

'This is just a general vlog about… what's happening… now…' Cas stuttered to the amusement of the Winchesters.

'See, Cas here's having some trouble dealing with the fact he's in the same room as me. You could say he's somewhat… overwhelmed by my presence.' Dean turned to Castiel and placed a hand on his shoulder, lightly slapping it. 'It's okay, honey, it happens to the best of people.'

'Dean, you're such a jerk,' Sam chuckled, rolling his eyes.

'An attractive jerk,' Dean corrected. 'Anyway, Cas is here because he couldn't handle being away from me for too long. Ain't that right, sweetie?'

Cas clicked his tongue but went along with Dean's tone, staring into Dean's eyes lovingly whilst Sam bounced on the mattress beside them in glee. 'It is true. I couldn't stand being alone whilst you were all those miles away.'

'Cas, I get it, it's fine. How about we kiss and make up?' Dean asked, quirking an eyebrow and plastering a teasing grin on his lips. He was testing the waters. 'I mean, all that time alone must have made a… lust bubble inside of you for me. You must have pined so hard.'

The blush was prominent on Cas' cheeks but he carried on, ignoring the badly stifled screeches leaving Sam. He dived forward and slapped his hand over Dean's mouth, kissing the back of his own hand enthusiastically. His body pressed down on Dean's and, even without the feel of Cas' lips on his, Dean found himself having to think of planes and cake to keep his thoughts PG.

Sam's laughter rang out through the room and spread to Dean and Cas who joined in. Castiel seemed hesitant to get off Dean but eventually did so, aware that his camera was still running.

'How is this video going to go?' Cas enquired.

Dean's forehead scrunched up as he thought before an idea popped into his head. 'Oh my god, dude, we totally forgot!'

'What?'

'The scooter!'

'Come again?'

'Oh yeah!' Sam said, slapping a hand to his face. 'Cas, we gotta film that.'

'What?' Cas repeated, completely bewildered.

Dean rolled his eyes and hauled Cas up by the sleeve of his thick jumper. 'You don't question the Christmas scooter as much as you don't question the gnomes, okay?'

'Okay?'

Sam laughed again and gingerly took hold of the expensive looking camera.

'Don't worry, man, this'll be awesome,' Dean reassured, a large grin on his face. He decided to explain as the three of them made their way back down the stairs. 'So, basically, there's this scooter that… dad bought for mom years ago and it's really fucking cheesy okay, like, gay snowmen and everything, I don't even know where he got it from? But yeah, every year we drive it up to the Roadhouse and embarrass the fuck outta Ellen.'

Castiel chuckled. 'I don't get how you teased me about the gnomes that aren't even mine, yet you do this and I'm supposed to be cool about it.'

'Oh yeah? Well you're gonna be the one driving,' Dean replied, smiling widely at his friend.

'What? I don't even know how to go about-'

'Relax, I've done it before,' Sam interjected.

'Wha-? How old are you?'

'Thirteen. It's easy 'cause Dean's a good teacher. I'm sure with you he'll be more touch-'

'Okay, that's enough,' Dean interrupted.

The snow was light when they stepped outside, barely coating the ground. The boys walked towards the garage and opened the door. Castiel spotted the vehicle in the corner, glinting against the camera light.

'Oh,' he forced out, taking in the scooter. 'We're… driving that? In public?'

Dean nodded and sauntered over to the scooter, patting the long seat. Sam tittered and followed his brother, still gripping the camera tightly. 'Oh yeah, Dean puts a lot of work into it during December so it's ready to run when we need it to.'

Dean reached around to flick a switch on the side facing away from Cas. Suddenly, the garage was alight with the fairy lights and glowing Christmas decorations.

'You were right. That is gay.'

The brothers laughed and agreed.

'Okay, maybe you don't have to drive, Cas, you don't even know the way to Ellen's. I'll drive, Sam, you run behind like a little bitch and film everything, capiche?'

'Dean! That's not fair!' Sam whined, but Castiel and Dean had already taken up the space on the seat, Cas pressed tightly against Dean's back. Dean found himself desperately thinking of plane rides and cake for the second time that night.

'You ready, Cas?' he directed behind him, feeling Cas' nodded response rather than seeing it. The scooter started up and crawled out of the garage.

'Wow, that's pretty anti-climactic,' Castiel snickered as the slow speed maintained.

'Hey, Christmas decorations weigh a fuck load more than you'd expect.'

'I can tell,' Cas mumbled into Dean's neck. Technically he had pressed himself closer to Dean than was really needed, considering the average speed of the scooter was about 3mph.

Sam more walked than ran behind the vehicle, filming everything to be edited later on. He grew bored by the time they reached the Roadhouse on the other side of the town but the humorous reactions from the public kept him from dropping the camera and abandoning his idiot of a brother and his not-boyfriend.

'We're here!' Dean announced, hopping off the scooter after reluctantly dislodging himself from Cas' surprisingly iron-like grip. Dean swapped the keys for the camera. 'You park that shit up.'

Sam mumbled under his breath but complied, swinging his legs over the seat and taking the scooter around the back.

'Alright?'

'Hm? Oh, yeah, I'm good.' Castiel smiled convincingly.

'Aw, you scared of a hunter's bar? Want me to hold your hand?' Dean teased.

'That would be preferable,' Castiel answered seriously.

If an opportunity was handed to Dean, he'd damn well go through with it. He confidently grabbed Castiel's hand and all but dragged him through the front door. None of the patrons even looked in their direction as they made their way towards the bar. Ellen heaved out a sigh as she spotted Dean, knowing full well he'd taken the abomination round the back.

'Now, Dean, you know I have a rule against scooters being parked outside my bar, don'tcha?' Ellen said, absently cleaning a pint glass.

'What scooter?' Dean replied innocently.

'Alright. Now are you gonna introduce me to this boy or am I gonna have to wait 'til the wedding?' She inclined her head towards the boys still linked hands.

Although Cas tried to break free of Dean's grip, Dean simply clasped his hand tighter. 'Ellen, this is Castiel.'

Ellen's eyes widened in recognition. 'Oh, your boy-' She was cut off by a stony look from Dean. '-friend. Your friend that's a boy that you don't shut up about.'

'Nice save,' Sam murmured to Ellen, suddenly appearing at his brother's side.

Castiel visibly reddened, averting his gaze.

'Oh, hon. I think he likes you too, Dean.' Ellen smiled warmly at the pair.

'Ellen,' Dean hissed.

'Is Dean Winchester blushing? I never thought I'd see the day…'

'Oh yeah, he does that a heck of a lot around Cas,' Sam supplied, smirking.

Dean grimaced. 'And here I was thinkin' we were here to embarrass you, Ellen.'

'What, with that ugly ass scooter out there? Nah, I got over that a long time ago.'

Dean grumbled and took a seat at the bar motioning for Cas to do the same. 'Where's Jo?'

'Out. With Charlie I think her name was.'

'Ahh, I see. Looking for a bit of-' Dean bit his tongue at Ellen's raised eyebrow, silently challenging him to go on. 'A bit of… friendship?'

'Subtle, Dean, subtle.'

'Stop calling people out on what they say, bitch.'

Sam sighed and leaned against the bar. His eyes landed on the camera. 'Hey, have you been filming this whole thing?'

'Uh,' Cas floundered.

'Oh my god, Cas you can't edit this out!'

'Cas, you have to edit this shit out.'

'Uh,' Castiel repeated, slowly edging his hands towards his camera.

'Dean, do I have to remind you about cursing?'

'Sorry, ma'am.'

Ellen shook her head slightly before spotting a small crowd as they entered the building. 'It's been great seeing you boys but I gotta take care of the customers. Now get, and take that piece of Christmas trash far, far away from my bar!' she commanded.

'Ha! Knew you weren't over it!' Dean laughed triumphantly.

'Oh, and Castiel, honey, it was lovely to meet you,' Ellen said, smiling at the dark haired boy.

'It was great to meet you too,' Cas replied sincerely. Quickly, he caught up with the Winchesters and took his place on the scooter.

'Sorry about that,' Dean whispered in his ear as he clambered on behind him.

Castiel reddened and was glad of the rapidly darkening sky. 'No, no, it was good… Uh, I take it I'm driving?'

'Yup. It's easy, you'll be fine.'

The scooter spluttered as he started it up. The vehicle crawled its way back through the streets of Lawrence with Sam holding up the camera behind them. By the time they got back to the house it was completely dark.

Dean leaned the scooter against the far wall and addressed it, 'Well, that's it for another year, I guess. But you had some good times with Cas' ass on you for a whole journey, right?'

Castiel slapped Dean's arm before he made his way back inside the house. He'd returned to Dean's bedroom and settled himself down with the camera for five minutes before Dean came crashing into the room, chest heaving with laughter filled breaths.

'You'll never guess what I found in the garage.'