Slumber Party Tonight!

"What are you doing?"

Castiel looked up at Dean's question. "What does it look like?" He couldn't help but wonder what would be going through his head at such a sight. It might also explain what exactly he was doing because, quite frankly, he didn't have a clue.

"It looks like you're setting up sleeping bags. In our living room." Dean's brow furrowed in confusion.

"Charlie told me to." He admitted.

"Why-" Dean began to ask.

"Because you owe me a slumber party!" Charlie declared as she bustled into the room carrying bags of chips and candy.

"What?" Dean blinked. "Why on Earth would I have ever promise you something like that? I'm pretty sure that's a girl thing."

"Yes, you totally did!" An indignant expression crossed her face. Cas tried to hold back a chuckle. "When I came here to help with the computers and we ended up fighting the Wicked Witch! I never actually got to sleep over that night."

Actually, Dean's words stirred a memory in Castiel's own mind.

"You also told me once that we'd have a sleepover." Cas said.

"Ha!" A grin spread across Charlie's face. "That's even more proof that we should do this!" She skipped out, probably to get more snacks.

"When did I ever promise you something like a slumber party?" Dean asked, his face looking a bit disgusted.

Cas paused. "It was after I got out of Purgatory, during the Looney Toons case." He knew that that had been an awkward time for them. The angel didn't really want to bring it up, especially as he didn't like thinking about how much influence Naomi could have been wielding over him without him knowing.

"Oh, yeah." Dean's face cleared in understanding. He looked around, clearly wanting to change the subject. His brow furrowed as a new thought must have come to him. "Wait, from what Charlie said, were you setting this up without even knowing why you were doing it? Why would you do that?"

Cas raised an eyebrow. "And go against Charlie?"

Dean seemed to think about that a moment. Then he sighed. "Well, I would have done the same thing." He admitted with a shrug.

"So are slumber parties… really a 'girl' thing?" Castiel asked, because with Dean you could never really be sure. He had a habit of labeling things just to mask his own insecurities.

"Uh, I think?" Dean said. "That's what TV has shown me."

Cas frowned. That sounded like…

"You told me porn doesn't count as real TV."

Dean scowled. "I wasn't talking about porn."

"Right." Castiel somehow doubted that. It probably wasn't all of the exposure Dean had had to slumber parties, but he was sure that those films had something to do with it.

Sam stuck his head in the doorway. "What's this about a sleepover?"

"Charlie decided." Dean said by way of explanation.

Sam's face scrunched up. It wasn't quite at bitch face levels, but it was close. "Why? I mean, you guys sleep over here all the time."

"That's not the same!" Charlie insisted, this time carrying pillows and pop. "To truly sleep over at someone's house, you need sleeping bags, pillow fights, snack food, movies, and talking late into the night."

Now both Winchesters were looking decidedly disgruntled. After all, while they (and Castiel supposed that he was also included in this category) could talk about cases and how to solve problems all through the night, they didn't really talk and that's what Charlie implied that they had to do.

Though Dean had also mentioned something else the last time he had brought up "slumber parties."

"For sleepovers, is it also required to braid each others' hair? Dean said that we would do Sam's last time." Castiel asked Charlie as she put down her load. He then turned a critical eye at the Winchester. "However, his hair is not currently as long as it was then…"

"That's perfect!" Charlie clapped her hands in delight as Sam groaned. She rolled her eyes at the younger hunter. "Oh, come on, you both are acting like this is some huge trial." She picked up a couple of DVD's. "Believe it or not, guys have sleepovers, too. And I even borrowed Kingsman: Secret Service and Ant-Man so you guys wouldn't complain about having to watch so-called 'girly' movies. Even though these were the types of movies my friends would watch when I was little." The last part was muttered to herself.

"Fine." Dean begrudgingly said, but the way he grabbed a Pepsi and went to put Kingsman belied his supposed reluctance.

Sam groaned, surprising Castiel by being the more reluctant one to do a normal activity. He almost didn't notice Charlie sidle up.

"You purposely brought up the hair-braiding, didn't you?" The redhead asked quietly so neither Winchester would hear.

Cas's lips quirked up into a smile.

Charlie replied with a grin. "Any particular reason why? You aren't really one to troll people usually."

"Dean brought me what he called an 'Elvis' burger while he was getting one for himself." Cas frowned. "Sam said that we were disgusting for eating them.

Charlie chuckled, and went flop down on all of the sleeping bags and pillows. She knew that Cas was being serious. You did not want to mess with his burgers and Dean had been kind enough to get him one, even if it had been a bit unusual.

Plus, Cas couldn't help but think that braiding Sam's hair might be fun.


AN: Sorry, it's been a while. Still, yeah, this was written because the boys owed the two a sleepover. And I have to admit, that though media has portrayed it differently, boys can totally have sleepovers. I think my brothers had more sleepovers, both at our house and at others' houses, than I did. Anyway, just a quick fic to counter all the angst going on in canon. I've also decided that for this story, they never went to the Cage and Cas didn't get possessed, because Charlie smacked the stupid idea from their heads and she makes sure that Cas knows that she cares. If it does turn out that Lucifer is absolutely necessary to defeat the Darkness, I'll come up with something.