"I'm just saying," Dean argued. "That country crap you like is trash, Sammy. You can listen to it all you want as long as I'm not within earshot. And it's definitely not infesting my baby."

Cas couldn't help but smile at the sibling squabble as he stared out the side window in the back of the Impala. Sam wanted to put on his music, but there was no way in hell Dean would let him touch his stereo.

Sam fought back. "Come on, Dean, why are you always so uptight? You only have like five albums that you play over and over. Get into some new music for a change!"

"No way. Even if I did get into new music it wouldn't be your country garbage."

"Dean-" Sam's voice was drowned out with the blasting ACDC.

"What was that?" Dean shouted sarcastically. "I'm sorry, Sammy I couldn't hear you over the awesome." Sam rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, giving up. Dean parked the purring Impala on a road close to the Fair.

"We better just walk from here," Sam remarked. The crew piled out of the car and began their walk to the Fair. "So, how's your teeth anyway, Dean?"

"They're fine-"

"Dean got a few fillings, but he should be fine." Cas interrupted.

Sam and Lucy laughed. Lucy poked Dean. "You're fine, huh? Did you cry?"

"No," Dean replied sternly to Lucy.

"Dean did not cry, he was strong. A little nervous, but strong nonetheless." Dean glared. "I didn't numb his mouth, so the pain was temporary."

"That's a shame," said Sam, "If you had, Dean wouldn't be able to speak."

"Ha, ha. So funny." Dean imitated Sam's giggles.

"Come on, Dean, with your smart ass, it would be a miracle if you stopped the snarky comments. Even if for an hour or two." Dean rolled his eyes with a sigh and continued walking. Sam and Lucy continued their conversation but Dean fell silent, seemingly lost in his own mind. Cas glanced at Dean, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Good morning, Kansas!" Lucy shouted, pointing towards the fair lights they were approaching at last.

"It isn't morning, Lucy." Cas stated matter-of-factly.

Lucy ignored Cas. "Isn't it gorgeous, Sam?"

"Sure is, baby."

"Let's go in the Fun House! Come on, Sam!" Lucy jumped up and down before running off, Sam struggling to keep up. Dean and Cas were left alone at the entrance.

"That Sammy," Dean chuckled, speaking up for the first time in a while. "Lucy always has him around her little finger."

"What do you mean?" Cas asked.

Dean leaned in as they entered the Fair, "Sammy hates clowns. Scared to hell of them. So he must really love Lucy to go into a place full of his one phobia."

"I see."

"Well, seeing how they ditched us, what do you want to do?"

"I-I don't know. I've never been to the Fair."

"What?" Dean's mouth dropped.

"I've never seen any of these games."

"Well, we'll have to fix that."

Dean showed Cas the best of the Fair. From darts to plinko, the Hurricane to the drop towers, bumper cars to the mechanical bull, Dean led Cas into an eye-opening night full of cotton candy and snow cones. Sure it was getting chilly, but it was the closing Fair before winter and Cas hadn't even heard of a snow cone.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, Dean, what is a snow cone? I honestly have no idea."

"Wow, where have you been for the past century? Come on, I'll show you."

"Dean, you can't eat for another half hour. Fillings, remember?"

Dean grumbled, but they came back to the snack stand as soon as Dean mentioned he could eat again.

The night was coming to a close. It wouldn't be long before the Fair workers would begin to turn off the lights and shut the gates.

"Wait! Cas, I haven't even showed you the most famous of Fair rides! I can't believe I forgot!" Dean said, irritated with himself.

"Which ride is that?"

"The Ferris Wheel!" Dean pointed at the giant, rotating wheel off to their left. "Let's go!" Dean said a little too enthusiastically, half bouncing towards their last ride. Cas capered along behind Dean in anticipation for a nice last ride.

"Hey, Dean! Cas!" Sam's loud voice echoed through the line at the Ferris Wheel. Dean's eyes searched through the people until they located his waving brother. "I saved you guys a spot!"

Dean jumped over the fence, joining Sam and Lucy. Cas looked hesitant, remaining on the outside of the line.

"Come on, Cas," Dean motioned for him to join them.

"Over the fence?"

"Yeah."

"That's dangerous."

"Come on, Cas, I'll catch you if you fall." Cas was still hesitant, but began climbing the fence. He trusted Dean. No matter how stupid he felt.

Sam nudged Dean with a perceptive smile. Dean smashed Sam's foot between his own and the ground, and was satisfied with Sam's yelp. Cas reached the top of the fence, flipped to the other side, and dropped down.

"The Fair is going to close soon, so I knew we both had the same thing in mind for the last ride." Sam winked at Dean, who shifted uncomfortably. Cas hid an amused smile.

"So, how was your time?" Dean shifted the focus to Lucy and Sam.

"It was great. Sam cried in the Fun House!" Lucy choked with laughter.

"I did not! You know I'm allergic to glitter, my eyes were watering." Sam defended, with no success.

"Sam- was crying- he was scared-of the clowns," Lucy managed to spit out between her hurling laughter.

"Whatever." The line moved ahead, and Sam stepped up to board with Lucy, who was still chuckling. Dean began to follow, but Sam stopped him with a smirk. "There's only room for two, you guys will get the next one."

Dean gave his brother a bitch face. Cas and Dean went on the next seat that was ready. The worker showed them how to buckle themselves in, then continued loading a few more seats. The ride began.

"You okay?" Dean asked. "You look a little nauseous."

Cas shook his head. "I'm okay." He looked down. The ground was so far away from them. "It's just I-uh-I'm not used to being up this high."

Dean smiled. "Just don't look down. Look," he motioned towards the city. "Try focusing on that."

Cas looked up. The last of the fair's glimmering lights were shutting off, giving the city's distant lights more emphasis. The black horizon and silhouettes gave off an ominous juxtaposition with the warm and welcoming lights of their highlighted hometown. Comforted by this beautiful sight, Cas' eyelids began to droop, his head bobbing.

"Tired, Cas?"

Cas shook his head, but it fell onto Dean's shoulder, heavy with sleep. Dean shook his head. Don't usually stay up this late, huh, cutie? Dean carefully removed the trench coat from Cas' shoulders and spread it out over the two of them. Cas was still shaking, so Dean removed his own leather jacket and added it to Cas' covers. Both the coats served as great defense from the chilling night air.

Dean rested his head on Cas' head. It had been an interesting day. Dean never really had anyone who stuck around, besides his brother, but he got the feeling Cas would. He seemed loyal. He was loyal to a trench coat, so why not to him?

Dean sighed and his eyes closed, the magnificent scenery fading into black.

Thank you all for reading ;u; Feel free to tell me what you think about this story. :) Sorry (again) for the lateness :c