Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. Duh. A.N. So, it's Redheads Appreciation Day and Bi Visibility Day. Or at least it still is somewhere. I was obligated to write this, of course.

Learning

Dean doesn't have a little sister - if you want to be pedantic. Besides, the one baby sibling he does have, always kept him more than busy on his own. If there were two of them ganging up on him from the start, with their enormous brains...he's not sure what would have happened, but he knows he'd be completely incapable of resisting them. (He's been hopeless against just Sammy's puppy look often enough.)

Bless Bobby for teaching him – well, them – that blood isn't a requirement (or enough) to be classified as family, though. Because now Dean has a little sister he's damn proud of. Charlie is a genius and an amazing Woman of Letters. You'd think that all the broken bones would have convinced her to shoot them on sight sooner rather than later, but nope, she wants adventure...Maybe being slightly insane is the true requirement to be part of their family. And now she's going to get him to come to Pride.

Which one would think wouldn't faze Dean, who a) wouldn't live it down if he was too nervous to take part in a somehow chaotic event when cleaning out vampire nests is every other Tuesday and b) finally stopped being stupid, listened and is now Cas'...boyfriend sounds juvenile, but what then? Partner? Lover? Significant other? Anyway, he's definitely Cas' something, which everyone is very happy about. Apparently their pining was both obvious and frustrating. To others. Well, they should have tried being the one yearning.

Not that he's going to tell anyone. He doesn't want to hear that it only happened because he's got more issues and less common sense than Sam's current demon lover. Dean has been as suspicious as you'd expect (more concerned with a side of terrified, really, because the last time didn't exactly end well, and having a witch mom didn't make Crowley more trustworthy).

But Sam's been nothing but understanding, bless him, proved again and again that no, there was no love potion involved, and fuck no, he wasn't back on demon blood, and Crowley knew better anyway. No demon with self-preservation wanted to have to tiptoe around a Sam high on blood and the things he could do if the mood took him. You could find flaws all day in the king of Hell, but he wasn't eager to join the list of his brother's exes, or taste the way most of them became exes in the first place.

Dean's point – which he almost lost a couple times already, and he's not talking to anyone, so what does it matter – is that Crowley, at least, knows he deserves to be loved (despite his numerous fuckups) and how to go after who he wants. And then he got lucky hitting Sam's kink right or whatever else made his not-bespelled brother agree to become a couple.

Dean's definitely not asking him. Either of them. But his "Leave me alone, De, I don't need a hook up tonight," sibling somehow naturally switching to "Hell yeah, the king of Hell is a brilliant pick for a life-partner"? Of course Dean was weirded out. It was more shocking how nobody else was.

Anyway, these two are going with Charlie already. So she's chaperoned, and Dean could just stay home and cuddle Cas all day with no one to see, right? But no, Charlie is adamant. And Cas...well, Cas doesn't get people half the time, Dean had assumed it would be overwhelming for him. (Wouldn't that be a perfect excuse?) But no, Cas is frowning, just a little confused frown yet, but ready to tip into "Did I do something wrong?"

The answer, of course, is fuck no, so Dean's going to grow a pair and go out and show off that yes, he landed the best boyfriend ever. At least until Cas finally figures out that he's better off without him. (Dean has not and will never suggest it, because there's a limit to the amount of self-destructiveness even he can go through.)

Still, he has a right to some sort of boundary, certainly? He sighs, looks straight (maybe he should erase that word from his dictionary, because his own stream of consciousness almost made him snort a laugh and look completely insane) at an expectant Charlie, and says, "We're coming. But I'm not going to be dressed weird."

He almost expects her to complain again. Then again, if Crowley's going – Dean hopes that the demon is sticking to his suits, because anything else would undoubtedly require huge amounts of alcohol to cope with. Or maybe he should just have Cas wipe it from his mind.

Instead Charlie shrugs, and says, "Don't worry, I won't demand glitter. Unless you want to, of course. Just make sure to wear your bi shirt, it'd be a pity to waste the occasion."

"My what?" He must have misheard. He has shirts that go with the fake FBI suit. He most definitely does not own anything that could be called a bi shirt.

It's Charlie's turn to sigh, and in seconds she's showing him her phone, the bisexual pride flag wiki page on it. No, still doesn't compute. He wouldn't be caught in stripes if his life depended on it. But wait, if not plain stripes – plaid. He does have that purple-ish one, with some blue and. Oh. He's going to murder Sam.

Now he's on the hunt, and he doesn't even care if he'll find his brother in company or not. Sam, who has exactly the wrong kind of instincts sometimes, comes from the archives (god knows what he decided to research this time) with a vaguely concerned look. For Dean, not his own survival.

"You knew!" Dean growls at him.

"What?"

"I should have been suspicious when you bought me that instead of just telling me to replace the one that we had to burn after that ghoul. Fucking politically correct college boy. Of course you knew."

Sam catches on quick, but instead of grovelling, or attempting a strategic retreat, or anything reasonable, he smirks and says, "Well, I wasn't wrong, was I?"

"That's beside the point!" Dean shoves, because he can, and because fuck it, he's been parading it all along and –

"Don't worry, I doubt that the average client of your favorite haunts would have noticed. Even if you went around draped only in an actual bi flag. They'd assume sport team colors first."

And it's true, if guys started to hit on him suddenly every time he wore it, Dean'd have noticed and got rid of the offending thing. Still not the point.

Sam isn't fighting back, but his attitude isn't placating, either. "Does it mean you won't wear it anymore? Because it really suits you." Still grinning. His little shit of a brother.

"I'm not going to be a joke." Another growl.

"It never was," and Sam isn't smarmy anymore, but that can't be true, can it? If not to laugh at Dean not even knowing he was out, what? "You want to know what it was? Trying to help things along. Hoping against hope that some case, or boredom, or anything would make Cas research this and figure out that yes, you were available. I'm still not sure how it took the two of you so long, but it was either this or trap the both of you until you stopped dancing around things. I thought the more subtle approach would help my sanity and let you go at your own pace."

Dean's not sure if he hates Sam getting way too clever with his life, or hates that his brother's convoluted plan didn't work. Well, he's with Cas now, but anything that might have shaved any length of pining off is kind of welcome. The instinct to throttle his brother on the spot has abated anyway. "We're coming along too," he announces. He doesn't have to explain to what.

"That's brilliant!" and Sam sounds like he honestly thinks that. Like it can't possibly be awkward. Wasn't Sammy the one who used to be a prude?"Now, if you could possibly stop Rowena from tagging along."

"What?" He laughs himself breathless. Here he was, nervous as a cat, and Sam is facing the mother-in-law (kinda, not that he's married yet) and hoping big brother will save him as usual. "Why would she even- ?" he asks, when he can speak again.

"Orgies. Do you boys really think I was picky? I'm quoting her, by the way." Sam's little shudder is entirely warranted.

"And Crowley won't?"

"When has she ever listened to him?"

"Point. Then again, what can we do, short of poisoning her? I mean, it's not like she'd listen to me. Or Charlie."

"True. Hope she gets distracted and we can get away from her, then?"

"Guess so. You got to give it to her, she's flashy. If we're lucky, she'll find someone in moments and have fun. Someone should." Dean shrugs.

"Oh, you will."

... Afterward, Dean will tell himself to check if Sammy's premonitions are coming back. It wasn't supposed to be his kind of scene. But getting to kiss Cas and have random people enthusiastically happy for them? He could do it again.