Author's Note: Here's today's drabble. Alternative titles could be "Up A Tree", "I Can Make You Happy", or "Happy Places and Rotten Apples". Hope you all enjoy it!

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"Yo Sam, you seen Cas?" Dean asked. He had spent an hour and a half looking for the damn heavenly body, but to no avail.

Man, he was a pain in the ass.

All Sam had to say was a really annoying giggle from behind his laptop screen.

"Dean," he said between snickers, "you never should've taught him to climb trees." He pointed out the window and couldn't resist laughing again.

Dean gave him a good, hard smack on the shoulder and crossed to the window, looking out.

All that could be seen in the unassuming oak tree was a pair of black-dress-pant-clad legs, bent not unlike a frog, with black dress shoes ending a short line of socked ankles adorned with happy, smiling cartoon bees. Dean had to manage a small, fond smile as he shook his head.

"The hell is he doin' up there?" he asked.

"I don't know!" Sam said, still giggling. Apparently the always-formal angel stuck up a tree was the funniest thing in the world. "Ask him yourself!"

Dean rolled his eyes and walked out the door. The breeze whipped at his leather jacket and the grass sprung under his step as he walked to the tree.

"Cas, I've been callin' you for ages. What are you doin' up there?"

A rustle of branches and leaves, and soon, a head popped out.

"My apologies, Dean. It is my 'happy place', I believe it is called?" the angel said, using his fingers for the quotation marks.

Dean huffed a laugh and ruffled the angel's hair by way of standing on tip-toe.

"Damn, you're cute," he said, shaking his head.

Cas gave a small smile.

"I can only think of one thing that would make my happy place happier, Dean." he said.

"Yeah? What's that?"

All of a sudden, and with a very unmanly sound, the hunter was lifted off his feet and found himself up a tree next to Cas, who was smiling shyly, yet impishly.

"If you were here with me." he said. Dean smiled back.

"You make me pretty happy too. The hell are we gonna do up here, though?" he admitted. From behind his back, Castiel drew out a bucket of mushy apples.

"Throwing these fruits at Sam was an idea I came across." he said.

Dean roared with laughter.

"Sounds good to me," he said, and gave the angel a peck on the cheek, and together, the two waited for Sam to come out.