Sorry kids, this one kinda sucks. But, on the bright side, I have my computer back! *holds a mini party, but no-one shows up cuz have I mentioned I don't have friends?*

Hope ya'll've had a good day and IT'S THE WEEKEND!

More on the way cuz I'm feeling really guilty.

Fez.

"Dean, you can't keep doing this!" yelled Sam as he barged through his brother's flat.

He stopped dead when a dark-haired man walked out of what must be a kitchen and stared at him.

"Excuse me?" he said, one eyebrow raised.

"Sammy!?" another man ran into the apartment and also stopped when he saw the man and Sam staring at each other.

"Sammy, God you idiot. Wrong number, holy shit, I'm sorry mate, stupid brother. I'm next door you idiot. Sorry, really sorry-"

The man waved his hand,

"It's okay. My brother does it all the time. It was just a mistake, I'm sure. Why don't you have some tea?" the man said. The second man stopped trying to drag the taller man away and they both stared at him harder.

The second man dropped his hands.

"Um, yeah, sure. I'm Dean Winchester, and this is my idiot brother Sammy."

"Sam."

"Sammy."

"I'm Castiel. Did you say you live next door?"

Dean smiled at him.

"Yeah, I moved in last week, this is Sam's first time visiting."

Castiel smiled and nodded, he began to walk towards the kitchen. He flicked the kettle on and poked his head out into the hallway where the two men still stood.

"C'mon, I have enough space for two more."

"We- we, er, don't mean to intrude."

"It's fine."

He twirled around the kitchen, grabbing three cups, turn, on the counter, side step, sugar, spin sidestep, fridge, milk. He did it every time and couldn't be bothered to stop because two random men had barged into his apartment.

"So, have you lived here long?" Castiel asked, as the kettle finished boiling. He grabbed a packet of biscuits from a cupboard and hit a button on the stereo next to him. Immediately AC/DC began pouring out on a low volume. Dean snapped his head around and eyed Castiel apprectively.

"You like AC/DC?" he asked, a small smile growing on his face.

Castiel shrugged.

"Some idiot next door has been playing it and I've grown to like it." Sam slowly turned his head to glare at his brother.

Dean went red. Castiel faltered in pouring the tea.

"Tha-that was you wasn't it?"

Dean slowly nodded.

Sam cackled, "Well done, Dean."