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I am mad. I am fuming. I WANT TO KILL A BITCH. Know why? Because some FUDGING ASSHOLES decided that they'd simply love to ambush Misha in Minnesota, mug him and beat him up! Misha's panel had to be cancelled but he still made the effort to go to the photo ops so as not to disappoint his fans! This man is truly an angel – why would people DO something like this to him? But you know what? I bet they're crapping themselves now. Because you don't fudging mess with our fandom and get away with it.

Thank you for enduring my rant. Now prepare for pure fluff: the only thing that will stop me from flying off the handle.

Thanks to mollienaturerocks, masterjediratgrl31, RangerHorseTug and noxsoulmate for your reviews. Sorry, no smiley, but I'm really not in the mood. I'm talking to two people at once just to keep calm after seeing posts about how Misha is blaming himself for not being able to smile or hug in the photos and is covering the swollen side of his face with a pop figure or turning his head :'(

55. Orange

Cas was upset. And when Cas was upset, Dean was upset. Cas wasn't talking and all Dean wanted was to know why his angel was upset!

"Seriously, Sammy?" Dean grumbled, chopping up some watermelon while Sam bitch-faced him. "Not all of us eat rabbit food like you do!"

"Not all of us want to die from clogged arteries at forty like you do," Sam snarked. "Now shut up and cut the watermelon or I'll hide all the pies from you."

Dean sent Sam a scandalised look but kept on chopping the melon. The sooner he got this done, the sooner he could go and ask Cas, who was cutting an apple carefully, what was wrong. His angel looked more downcast than usual and all Dean wanted to do was cheer him up.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dean caught sight of an orange in one of the grocery bags and, remembering how he used to cheer Sam up when he was miserable as a kid, an idea suddenly struck him. He snatched up the orange and began to carefully cut a small wedge out of it. Seeing what he was doing, Sam smiled and focused even more on the strawberries in front of him. Dean picked up the orange wedge and raised it to his mouth.

"Hey, Cas," he grinned, popping the orange into his mouth. Cas frowned at him.

"Why do you have an orange slice in your mouth?" he said. Dean grinned in response, revealing an orange-filled mouth. To his delight, Cas' lips twitched!

"Dude, you hot!" Dean tried to say. With the orange in his mouth, it sounded more like "Du', 'ou 'it!"

"What are you doing?" Cas said, a tiny smile tugging at his lips.

"He used to do this all the time when I was a kid," Sam chuckled. "He's an idiot."

"'Itch!"

"Jerk."

"Assbutt!"

Sam and Dean stared at Cas, who fidgeted awkwardly. The brothers then burst out laughing, Dean spraying orange juice everywhere as he did. This made Cas start to laugh as well; quietly at first, then louder. The kitchen was then full of the laughter of the three men, who were in hysterics and clutching the bench top for support. But what made Dean happy wasn't the fact that he was trying not to collapse and hack a lung out. No, it was that he had finally managed to make his angel smile again!