Sorry it's so short ;( I didn't wanna get into what happens next just yet, hehe, and I figured Dean and Cas could use a break...and some fluff ;) And Twister, of course. Anyway, thank you all so much for reading and reviewing this story! You make me want to continue ;) Hope this makes you happy! Three stories updated in one day! hehehe...but yeah. Lol anyway.

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Chapter Six

Practically everyone knew Justin Winchester had died in prison. They also knew that there was suspected foul play but the police thus far had nothing concrete. That was what all the papers were saying, after all, and all it did was complicate things, at least in Castiel's eyes. He knew Dean thought that everyone was just being nice to him and looking at him out of pity, and he knew his boyfriend hated pity, absolutely loathed it. He tried to be there for him as much as he could in the next few days, but it wasn't easy. Dean seemed more quiet than usual, and everyone was taking notice of it. Castiel wished he could help, but he didn't exactly know what to do to really cheer him up. Pie had helped to some degree, and things had seemed to be going fine for a little while, until they went to school and people came up to ask Dean about what they had read in the recent papers. That had only made things worse.

To cheer Dean up, Castiel had invited him to dinner at his house, since he generally didn't go to Dean's. He wasn't sure why, but he had only been to Dean's house a rare few times, and never for that long. He'd never stayed the night there or anything. He thought that maybe it was just because of the memories of Justin Dean had when he was there or something, Castiel didn't know. He didn't worry about it much, though.

Dean was to be arriving any minute and Castiel hoped things went well. He hoped his parents didn't start fighting again, like they had been doing lately. They both seemed to be in a good mood today, though, so he was hopeful. Jimmy was also to be on his best behavior, as Castiel had told him - more like snapped at him when he got up this morning, but whatever.

When he heard the sound of the Impala pulling up, he moved toward the door and happily threw it open to reveal Dean standing there, smirking at him. Well, he appeared to be in a somewhat better mood, which was nice. Maybe, since it was the weekend now, he would have time to adjust without people at school questioning him about it. Honestly Castiel just wanted to smack them or something, because couldn't they see that obviously Dean didn't want to talk about it? How dense were they? No one in Drama Club had brought it up, thankfully, though.

"Hey," Castiel greeted warmly as he grabbed Dean by the arm and pulled him inside, instantly pressing his lips to Dean's. His parents were in the kitchen already, getting ready and hopefully not arguing or anything, and Jimmy was still upstairs, talking to his friends or something online with his gaming system.

"Hey," Dean said back, applying more pressure to the light touch of their lips in a gentle, loving kiss that brought with it more care than Castiel had felt before. He pulled back happily and kept a hold of Dean's arm as he led him toward the stairs.

"Dinner's not quite done yet," he said with a shrug. "You're a little early."

Dean grinned at him. "I figured it was better to be early than late," he said with a nod of his head, as though he were happy with himself, which Castiel was glad to see. It was definitely a nice change from his attitude these past few days, ever since the news release of Justin's death in the papers.

"I guess so," Castiel agreed as he pushed open the door to his room and he and Dean entered. Dean grinned at the sight of the Twister game which was rolled up in the corner. Castiel grinned because he'd thought that would cheer him up. Dean seemed to love the game, if the way he played it last time was any indication. "I thought we could play later, if you want."

Dean happily slid an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders and nodded. "Nice thinking, Cas. Knew I kept you around for a good reason."

Castiel rolled his eyes. "You've said that before, you know-" he started, but was cut off by the warm feel of Dean's soft, pliable lips pressing against his. Grinning, he kissed back in kind and then sighed when they pulled apart. "There are much nicer ways of getting me to shut up."

Dean shrugged. "Would you rather me smack you upside the head, or would you rather have a kiss? Because if that's what you want, I can stop kissing and go for the head." He grinned at him and Castiel rolled his eyes again, shoving lightly at Dean in good humor.

"Jerk."

Dean stuck his tongue out at him. "Just wait, Cassie, I'll whoop your ass at Twister. And Jimmy's too, if he decides to rear his head in this game of champions."

Castiel held back a snort as there was a knock at his door. Sighing, he moved away from Dean and pried the door open to see Jimmy standing there in the hallway, smirking at him. "Dinner's done, lovebirds," he said in a sing-song voice before he hurriedly darted away before Castiel could retaliate.

Damn annoying brothers…now Castiel knew what Dean was talking about when he complained about Sam. Shaking his head, he looked at Dean. "Your food awaits," he said with a grin.

Dean nodded. "Hurrah for the King." He followed Castiel out of the door and down the stairs. They entered the kitchen to find that everyone was already seated.

Castiel's mother, Bethany, smiled kindly at Dean. It still made Castiel think of cookies, her smile and voice. Sweet, warm cookies that could never do any wrong…

"Nice of you to join us, Dean," she said warmly as he and Dean sat at the table, across from her and Jimmy. Castiel's father, Mark, sat on Castiel's other side, at the head of the table, the man of the house.

"Thanks for having me," Dean said politely. It sometimes surprised people, but Dean could be polite and kind when he wanted to be. He wasn't always just rude like people thought. People just got the wrong idea, which Castiel knew about all too much. People used to think him weird and wrote him off before they ever even got to know him, before he'd come to this school and had met Dean. He felt warm inside just thinking about it. It must have been obvious because Dean kicked him under the table. Damn perceptive boyfriends…

"So how have you been, Dean?" Mark asked kindly as he cut into the meat on his plate.

"Pretty good, sir," Dean said.

"I told you, you don't have to call me sir," Mark told Dean like he always did.

And Dean replied how he always did. "Okay."

Why Dean kept calling him 'sir', Castiel didn't know. He didn't really think about it too much, though. Maybe it was just how Dean treated older male figures. Maybe that was what he'd learned from his father or something. Some ingrained instinct.

Jimmy giggled which completely caught everyone off guard. He cleared his throat and went back to his food. Castiel and Dean shared looks and then shrugged simultaneously before going back to their own food. The food was good and dinner went by nicely, without any arguing or raised voices. It was turning out to be a good day.

When dinner was over, Dean, as always, offered to help with the dishes and Bethany, as always, declined and told them to go along with their business and be boys. Castiel led him back up to his room and Soldier obediently followed after them. They caught up to Jimmy in the hallway.

"We're playing Twister," Dean declared as though he was the master of said game, "do you dare take on the challenge?" He quirked a brow at Jimmy as though this were the call to destiny.

Jimmy grinned. "You're so going down."

"Very unlikely," Dean said as they all entered Castiel's room and put out the Twister game.

Castiel resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Who's on the board and who's spinning?" Jimmy asked.

"Dude, I'm so spinning," Dean declared as he jumped, literally, onto Castiel's bed and sat Indian style, pulling the spinner toward him.

"Fine…but nothing crazy like last time! We're playing fair this time," Jimmy said with a grumble as he kicked off his shoes and socks so he wouldn't slide easily. Castiel did the same and the two of them stood on opposite ends of the game.

"Aw, but that's not fun! That's boring," Dean said.

"I don't care, play fair."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Boring guy." He shook his head and spun the pointer. "Hmm…left foot red."

They moved accordingly, which was easy enough.

"Right hand yellow."

They bent down to do as he said.

"Can I be fun now?" Dean asked innocently. "Pweeeeeze?"

How the hell was Castiel supposed to be able to resist that? Simple, he couldn't. So he sighed and nodded. "Fine…"

"Don't give into him! Resist!" Jimmy snapped. "He'll make us do something crazy…again!"

"Oh, you big baby, you'll be fine," Dean said with a scoff. "Hmm, okay, let's see here…right index fingertip green."

Sighing, they moved accordingly, stretching when they had to.

"Right earlobe grellow."

Green and yellow. Great. Why had he given in again? Oh yeah, because he couldn't resist. Damn. He was going to have to work on that or something.

"Left eyelash blue."

How was that even possible?

Yeah…it was going to be a long game.

But at least Dean seemed better now.

Dean wound up staying the night, which wasn't surprising. Castiel liked this, he had to admit. It was his favorite way to wake up, wrapped in warmth with the person he loved next to him in bed, the sound of their combined soft breaths filling the room. It was nice…no, it was great. Smiling to himself, he blinked his eyes open to see sunlight filtering into the room through the blinds.

He moved closer to that wonderful source of warmth and closed his eyes, hoping to fall back to sleep even though he was sure he was already awake. He was far too comfortable to get up, though, and there was no way he was going to disturb the moment. Dean didn't get to stay over that often, not lately what with their jobs and everything, and he was going to enjoy it while he could.

The Twister game last night had been amusing, to say the least. Dean, as always, had won. Honestly, Castiel wondered how anyone was that flexible, but he wasn't complaining. Jimmy had lost yet again and had gone to bed with his ego bruised, which was also rather amusing. There was no harm in it, though. No one meant anything by it, it was just a game, and they all knew that. But it was fun to play it…just not all the time. Castiel wasn't so sure he could take the craziness all the time. Every once in a while, though, it was fine. And it was a good way to cheer someone up. He liked to think that he'd helped Dean, anyway.

Dean shifted against him and Castiel opened his eyes in time to see Dean blink his open as well. "Mmm…could get used to waking like this," Dean murmured with a heavy yawn.

Castiel nodded with a smile. "That can be arranged…when we get an apartment or something."

Dean sighed happily. "Can't wait…" His eyes slid closed again but opened a moment later, signaling his tiredness but his willingness to stay awake. "It'll be…awesome…" He yawned again.

"Yeah…"

Castiel couldn't wait. He hoped they made enough money so they could actually move in together. The thought was so nice…He would be away from his parents and their fighting, away from nosey Jimmy - he loved his brother, but that didn't mean Jimmy wasn't nosey - and best of all, he would be with Dean. Sure sounded like paradise to him.

He smiled at the thought and sighed happily.

"What are we gonna do today?" Dean asked quietly, his voice shrouded in sleepiness.

"Dunno…thought we could just lay here for a while," Castiel said truthfully. He didn't want to get up yet. He was comfortable.

Dean smiled. "Ah. A lazy day, eh?"

"Yes."

Dean nodded. "I can go for that. Alright, let's lay around like lazy teenage boys…but wait, that's what we are. Let's be ourselves then, yeah?"

Castiel smirked. "Sounds good to me."

In truth, it all sounded good to him, so long as Dean was there.

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