More editing done. I have to keep to the code, right?
During dinner, Dean really perked up and even played a little footsie with Cas under the table.
Which Cas loved, but he did put a stop to it.
Both he and Sam wanted to know details about what in the world had happened at Nomed, so they pressed Gabriel about it, because what he didn't know, wasn't worth knowing.
Gabriel held out until Cas threatened to withold his pie.
"Allright already! Sheesh! You would be a master toturer, Castiël!" Gabriel tried to put off telling.
Sam just levelled him a stare and he crumbled.
"Ok, ok. So, word has it that Crowley got wind of miss Braeden's... hobby. Only she'd been hobbying with both employees and clients. Married clients. So, the smarmy guy showed his brass ones and kicked her to the curb."
Sam looked like he was going to throw up, and Cas couldn't blame him.
He too felt a little nauseous, knowing what exactly had caused Lisa to attack like that.
Crowley's star rose a little more still.
Gabriel wasn't done yet.
"She objected, loudly. Everyone in the main hall could hear it, since she chose to take it out of her office. It was not pretty, was it Dean?"
Dean sighed and shook his head sadly.
"No it wasn't." He looked up at Cas and smiled. "Is it bad that I feel good about this?"
Cas chuckled, and Sam joined in.
"No. It isn't. I actually feel good about it too, Dean. Like she got a nice helping of karma." Cas answered, glad to see his love smiling like nothing had happened.
Sam nodded in agreement, adding: "Yeah. She got her just desserts handed out to her."
For some reason, Gabriel found that hillarious.
Cas served the pie and talk got more casual and light.
After dessert, which, Cas was pleasantly surprised to learn, Dean had made from scratch according to his mother's recipe, Sam helped Cas clear the table.
They chatted about recipes for a bit, when Gabriel suddenly volunteered himself and Sam to do the dishes.
Normally, Dean would have protested, but he instantly agreed and tried to get Cas to come help pick out a movie with him.
Confused, Cas protested, until Dean pulled him close and whispered in his ear.
"Cas... look at them... they're aching to be alone, like together-alone... and I like that idea too."
Curious, Cas looked at Sam and Gabe, and noticed the little touches between them, the hungry eyes taking eachother in.
It reminded him of how he and Dean... It clicked.
"Oh... oh! Movienight... great idea, Dean. We shall sort out the movie discussion before we start. Yes. Great plan."
Dean chuckled as he pulled at Cas' arm again.
"Cas... you're babbling." he teased, green eyes dark.
They almost ran to the livingroom, stumbling over eachother onto the sofa, kissing, limbs entangled.
Realising they weren't exactly alone here, Cas tried to pull back a little.
"Hm. De..Dean... the movie... we don't know... how long... we got." he gasped between smoochy kisses.
Dean hummed, grabbed the first DVD his hand landed on and showed the case to Cas.
Cas couldn't help it, he sniggered.
It was a children's movie, he didn't remember owning.
"How did we ever get 'Brave'?" he giggled.
Dean smothered his giggles with kisses and scolded him that the girl, with a name that reminded Cas of flowers, was actually 'badass'.
He pouted spectaculairly, and pushed himself up to replace de DVD on the side table.
That pout... it did things to Cas. He pulled Dean back in and agreed to watch the movie, if only to see if he liked it.
He knew kids' movies could be either a drag, or very entertaining.
A thought popped up in his head and he smiled mischievously.
"What's your colour, Dean?" he asked, voice low and sultry.
Dean stiffened, swallowing hard.
"Mmmm orange. Cas... I... our brothers, man." He flicked his eyes towards the kitchen arch.
Knowing they were there was part of the fun. Cas' blood warmed at the idea.
Mind going a mile a minute, he made a decision.
"I won't do anything with them here, Dean... but I can give you a challenge..." he teased.
Dean stuttered out the question of what challenge, and Cas could sense his arousal mounting.
"You keep your hands to yourself, you don't make any double entendres and if I like this movie..."
He licked a stripe up Dean's throat, tasting him, and nearly moaned. Dean punched out a breath.
"UHN! Cas, you..." he started, but Cas held up a warning finger.
"Shush Dean. I think they're about done."
Dean scooted over to the other side of the couch.
Cas smirked and calmly set himself right next to Dean, intent on breaking his restraint into fractals.
Shooting him a glare, Dean crossed his legs.
They'd settled down just in time, because their brothers came in.