"That is not what we meant and you know it." Lance calls from the family room. "Now come in here all of you, we are going to watch a Christmas special." Lance announces.
"Hey, it's not like I hustled anyone." Dean says as they all come to sit down in the living room. "It was completely honest this time. I really did try." He looks up at Lance a little worriedly, wondering if he really did do something wrong, and if so, how he could fix it.
"Alright, it's better than nothing." Lance smirks rolling his eyes. "Ok, so are we watching 'Holiday Inn', or 'A Christmas Story'?" Lance holds up the two DVD cases.
"A Christmas Story!" Dean shouts happily. "I got a gun just like that one. Except it was real. And I shot a werewolves eyes out, not my own. But otherwise, it was the same! Or, y'know, sorta. I love that movie!"
"I don't know, 'Holiday Inn', is pretty great." Lance waves the case around. "So far it's one to one, come on guys, pick one." Lance looks between cas and Keith.
"I've never even heard of that one." Dean mumbles, while Cas looks at the cases in interest.
"Why's it called Holiday Inn?" Cas asks. "Is it only open on holidays?"
"Well, it's, uh, it's an inn that's open always, but on holidays they do fun stuff like put on musical numbers for the people that are staying there." Lance explains. "But, the story is about this girl and this guy, and- you know what, you'll have to watch it to find out." Lance says. "Keith." he looks to Keith, his smile covering up everything inside. "What do you want to watch?"
Keith looks up at him, 'I want to watch you.' he thinks. But honestly, he hasn't seen either of these movies, how was he supposed to choose one? "Uh, I don't care." Keith shrugs. Lance gives him a pouty face, begging him to just make a choice. "Uh, whichever one you want to watch I guess." Keith says softer than the last time.
"Ok! Cas, was that a vote for 'Holiday Inn' or 'A Christmas Story'?" Lance turns to Cas.
Cas tilts his head to the side, studying both movies. "A Christmas Story sounds violent, if it's got guns. Holiday Inn, I suppose."
Dean is too busy making suggestive faces at Keith to tease him to care very much. Lance smiles and puts in Holiday Inn, completely oblivious to the conversations that was being silently passed between the two emo kids.
'What?' Keith asks with his face
'Whichever one you want to watch, I guess' Dean mouths, putting a hand on his chest and making moony eyes.
'I didn't say that… I didn't say it like that.' Keith rolls his eyes.
'Might as well have.' Dean puts the back of his hand on his forehead, like he was pretending to faint. 'I don't care what's on TV, as long as I can stare at you for hours.'
'I'm not like that.' Keith pouts
'Oh, Lance, the way you focus on the screen, you have no idea what it does to me.' Dean tries his hardest not to laugh, but damn, it's difficult.
'I don't say stuff like that.' Keith mouths, but while he's looking at Dean he doesn't notice Lance scooting back up against the couch right between his legs. When he does he looks down at Lance's head and turns red. He looks to see why he's on the floor and, yeah, they only had one couch, and it was taken up, shit, shit, shit. He looks to Dean 'what do I do?' he pleads as the movie starts.
Dean grins and slides down onto the floor. "Does anyone else wanna sit on the couch? I like the floor better anyhow." He and the floor have spent a lot of time together, after all. Keith scowls down at Dean, that's not what I meant. He thinks.
Lance knew he was talking to him so he shrugged, then shook his head. "Nah, the floor is cool, I might go onto the couch later though."
Dean shrugs at Keith. 'I tried.' he mouths.
Cas glances between them all, vaguely confused, then it comes to him exactly what's going on, and he smiles, shaking his head. Humans made things so much more complicated than they needed to be.
Throughout the whole movie Keith was distracted, he had no idea what was going on at any given moment, the movie was pretty much in black and white anyway. A few times Keith would move his hand and it would hover over Lance's head. He wanted to feel how soft his hair was, but he always backed out a few seconds later. When the movie reached what Lance dubbed the intermission, he got up to get snacks for everyone.
As soon as Lance was out of sight, Dean finally bursts out laughing. "You could've fried an egg on your face!" he gasps.
"What?" Keith says, his face only growing more red, he reaches up and lightly touches his face, either Dean was right, or his hands were unearthly cold. "Shut up." Keith grumbled, shrinking back into the coach.
"Seriously, I've seen stop signs with less color." Dean says. "I bet if I painted the word stop on your forehead and you stood on a street corner, people would literally stop." Keith covered his face with his fingers failing to cover the bright color spreading across his face, down his neck and around his ears.
"Alright, who's ready for some yummy- Keith, are you ok?" Lance cut himself off once he entered the room, seeing the state his friends were in.
Dean hid his face in his knees, coughing now from laughing so hard, but damn it, it was just so funny. Lance looked between them clueless. He shrugged it off and went to sit down next to Keith placing the snacks on the floor, which were, cookies, candy, eggnog and a stack of small paper cups.
Dean picks up the eggnog, curious. "Is this the kind with alcohol in it?" He'd recently found out there was a kind without it. The alcoholic one was the only one they'd ever had around. Lance shakes his head.
"I'm saving that one for tomorrow." Lance smirks, it's an evil look on Lance's face, and Keith can't help but fear it slightly.
Dean pours himself a cup, then simply pulls a flask out of his pocket and upends the contents into the cup as well.
"Dean, I think you might have a drinking problem." Cas says.
"We've had this conversation before, man." Dean says. "Yeah, I probably do. No, I don't care."
Cas folds his arms. "Ass-butt." he mumbles. Lance chuckles and shakes his head.
"Let's start the movie up again." he says reaching for the remote he left on the floor between Keith's feet. Keith goes tense as he does so, when Lance sits back up he re-adjusts his seating to where Keith can't help but notice, their legs are touching.
Dean just hides his face again and tries to laugh/cough quietly. When the movie starts again Lance notices Keith tapping his fingers on his leg anxiously. He looks to Keith's face to see whats wrong, his face is slightly red and he's biting his lip. Maybe he wasn't all the way better.
"You ok Keith?" Lance leans over to whisper as to not interrupt the movie. Keith flinches when he does so but tries to play it off.
"Yep, yeah, I'm… I'm totally fine, I feel great, this is an awesome movie. He's my favorite character." Keith mumbles.
"He's the bad one, have you been watching?" Lance cocks an eyebrow at his dark haired friend.
"Yeah, I like the bad guys." Keith says defensively, he had not been paying attention, and didn't know anything about his 'favorite character'.
"Ok, do you want a cookie or something?" Lance asks since he's already leaning over to talk to him.
Dean looks over and grins. "You should say yes, Keith. No matter what time of day it is, everyone deserves a cookie."
"Uh, y-yes. Yeah sure. Thanks Lance." Keith says, he thought Dean was trying to make a joke about saying yes… but was glad it didn't go in that direction.
Dean grabs a cookie of his own. Chocolate chip. "Man, I love these things. I used to steal em' for Sammy and me all the time." He took a bite. "Got kicked out of a couple stores, but it was totally worth it."
"Here you go." Lance hands one to Keith without leaning back over to whisper. He looks to Cas. "You want one?"
Cas nods. "Sure." Then he grins in a rather self satisfied way. "And to think Michael said cookies wouldn't catch on."
"He said what now?" Keith leans forward to look around Lance. "That is absolutely ridiculous."
Cas shrugs. "He said a lot of ridiculous things. I think he just didn't like anything I was making, since he hates fun and cute and happiness and all those things. He's very serious."
"Well, let it be known, cookies caught on, and we are very happy you created them." Lance says throwing an arm around his shoulders.
Cas smiles. "I told him somebody would appreciate me." Lance, Keith and Dean all nod and turn their attention back to the movie, where they were running around trying to put on their Christmas special for the residents.
"That's really nice of them." Dean says. "Bothering to do something nice for everybody like that, even though it's rough for them." He takes another drink of his eggnog/tequila concoction.
"Dean, I don't want you to be hung over on Christmas morning, be careful." Lance warns. Keith looks at Lance, his face serious, Keith smiles with an idea. Keith leans forward and whispers in Dean's ear.
"Do you have anything left in that flask of yours?" he asks.