A/N: Thanks to my two reviewers, my favouriters and story alerters! :D
"He… he kissed me." Sam whimpered, staring out of the window. There was a short silence, before Dean burst out laughing. "It's not funny!" Sam exclaimed.
"Oh… oh god, I so needed this." Dean laughed, clutching his chest. "This is just too good!"
"Shut up, man." Sam moaned.
"Did you kiss back?" Dean giggled.
"No!" Sam exclaimed, horrified at the idea.
"Did he tongue you?" Dean coughed out in between giggles, and Sam went bright red. "Oh my god, he did!"
"Shut up." Sam moaned. After another few minutes of very loud laughing and Sam glaring at him, Dean managed to stifle it to just the occasional giggle.
"So man. You and Gabriel." Dean stated.
"We're not in love."
"Then why did you kiss?" Dean laughed.
"Oh, you can talk!" Sam retorted, and Dean abruptly stopped laughing.
"You what?"
"Seriously?"
"Seriously what?"
"You and Cas!" Sam exclaimed.
"We're not in love!" Dean defended.
"Then why does Cas always stand really close to you, even now that he understands personal space? How come you flirt with him?"
"I don't flirt with him!" Dean protested.
"'Hey Cas, last person to look at me like that, I got laid!' Yeah, you don't flirt with him at all."
"Look, just because Gabriel tongued you…" Dean's retort stopped short, because then, a large gust of wind flew past Dean, and he shivered.
"How's there wind in here?" Dean asked.
"What? There isn't…" Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Then…" Dean's eyes suddenly widened, and he shot out of his seat towards the door. "I'll be back in a minute, Sammy." Dean said as he walked out of the door, leaving a confused Sam behind him, before something clicked in his mind, Sam's eyes widening in realization.
"Oh. I know what's going on. Oh, this is gonna be brilliant."
Sam was laughing already.