Author's Note: I wish there were decent carnivals where I'm from. They're always so rachet and dirty and ugh! Also I won't be online for 3 weeks cuz I'm goin to Montevideo! See ya'll later!

As Sam stayed home to do more occult research, Dean and Castiel went on a date to the town carnival. The dark orange and purple colors of the sky were masked by the bright, multicolored lights of the rides. The two were more fixed on the array of prizes rather than the stomach churning coasters. The angel won most of the prizes such as a plush shark and a small gumball machine filled with treats. He had claimed that he hadn't used his powers during the games, but when he effortlessly brought down the mallet and shattered the bell, Dean knew something supernatural was at play. The demon hunter had also won a plethora of items, like a 6ft pink teddy bear. But the one that that they prized the most were a pair of goldfish, which Dean won and gave to his lover. One was the basic, slim gold-orange fish, whereas the other was as black as coal with a pair of protruding amber eyes. The two feasted on funnel cakes and corn dogs before they drove back home as the carnival had gotten ready to close.

When they entered their home, Sam sat on the couch with a book on in one hand and a mug of tea on the other. It was difficult for Dean to enter as he carried the 6ft stuffed bear, but he managed to slide through. "Hey guys," Sam greeted. "How was the carniva-"

The elated angel dashed toward Sam and shoved the bag close to his face. He exclaimed, "Look Sam! It's two Carassius Auratus Auratus's! Or what you would call them, goldfish!"

"Whoa. T-They're really c-cute," he said in a hesitant tone as he starred into the protruding eyes of the goldfish. "What are their names?"

"Dean named the orange one Goldie and I named the black one Hibuna, which if you didn't know is another name for goldfish."

"I won those little suckers in a game booth. Ironically, it was the shooting one. I shot a few bulls eyes and I won with flying colors," he boasted. Dean tossed the stuffed animal toward his brother. He grinned, "I got you that so you don't get lonely at night."

Sam glared at him when his older brother sent him a wink. "That's awesome, but, can I talk with you for a bit? Alone?"

"Sure." He asked his excited partner to take out the rest of the stuffed animals from the Impala and to set up the fish tank in their room. Cas happily obligated himself to do so and vanished. "What's up brother? Don't like your present?"

Sam set his book and mug on the coffee table. "How do I put this... You should get rid of the fish."

"What?"

"Give back the fish. Cas doesn't do so well with animals."

"What are you talking about? Cas is great with animals. He loves them more than people!"

"But do you remember when Cas "adopted" that squirrel?"

It took Dean a few moments to think back on that event. The angel had come home on a cold day with a sick creature in his hands, which he remembered to be riddled with small bite marks. "The one that didn't have an eye? Yeah, what about it?"

"He really, really loved that squirrel. He nurtured it, and practically raised it. He felt really proud about it. But do you remember what happened next?"

He scratched his head as he tried to remember, but it was oddly fuzzy to him. "No... Not really."

"It got run over by a truck, Dean," he said bluntly. "It was squished to a pulp and it's guts splattered everywhere."

Dean snapped his fingers one he remembered. "Oh yeah! I remember now! But wasn't Cas-"

"He was mentally scarred, Dean! Cas went into a depression for a whole month because of a disabled squirrel!"

"Ohmigod Sam," he groaned. "A one-eyed squirrel isn't the same as a fish. They don't go out and try to get run over. They swim around in their bowls and entertain kids, and angels."

"That's not the point! What if the fish die?! How will Cas react to that?! He can't be moping around when we need him just because of some fish!"

"Well then I'll just have to-"

A voice from above interrupted their argument. "Dean! Can you help me set up the bowl?! The instructions confuse me!"

"Commin' babe," he replied. He headed toward the staircase and walked up a few steps. He turned his head and looked back at his brother. "Just have some faith in him. He'll do fine."

Sam grabbed his book, with the bear still in his arms, and continued reading. "I'm just warning you," he muttered under his breath.

The next morning, Dean woke up with his stomach curdling painfully. He had a rough night of tossing and turning from the pain, which didn't interrupt the angel's sleep one bit. His gut felt like it was making cottage cheese. He removed the sheets off of him, wobbled out of bed and dashed toward the bathroom. He dropped to his knees in front of the toilet and vomited. He flushed the mess of digested food and pushed himself on his feet. He took a few steps toward the sink and turned on the faucet. He bent down a bit and splashed cold water onto his face. When he looked back up, Cas stood behind him.

"Are you alright, Dean?"

"I'm-I'm fine... I think it was all the suspicious corn dogs I ate." His throat felt groggy and his mouth tasted a bit acidic. He cupped some cold water in his hand and slurped it. He swooshed it around his mouth and spit the water out. "I'm gonna go outside and get some fresh air. You can go back to sleep."

"No need. I'll join you outside once I'm changed." With that, the angel walked back to the room.

Dean changed as well, using the clothes from the bathroom floor after his shower. He put on a dark green v-neck, some slightly dirty jeans and his black jacket.

Outside, Dean sat on the first row of stairs with his legs sprawled across the other few steps. His chest filled with the crisp air and he relaxed his shoulders when he exhaled. He slowly felt more and more healed. His stomach didn't ache and the acidity in his throat began to fade away. Now that he thinks more into it, the corn dogs were a bit on the green side...

"Feeling better?" Castiel asked as he sat elbow-to-elbow with Dean.

"A bit." He peered to his side. He ogled at Cas's wild bed hair and trailed down his bearded face to his unevenly buttoned shirt, which exposed a bit of his defined collar bone. He grinned, "But do you know what would make me feel even better?" He leaned his lips closer to the angel's pink ones. His hands then found their way to his hair and he slid his tongue in the angel's mouth. He really didn't give a damn if they were making out in public. It was too early for anyone to see anyway. For a short second, he glimpsed down and met eyes with large, amber ones. He quickly parted his lips from Cas. "What the hell Cas?!"

Confused on his unusual action, he asked, "What's the matter, Dean?" Without the knowledge of his startled lover, Castiel had brought the fish with him and rested the bowl on his lap since he sat down.

"That creepy ass fish keeps starring! I feel like it's starring into my soul and waiting to find the right moment to stab me to death!"

"But Dean. Goldfish have an attention span of 30 seconds, so Hibuna wouldn't have time to decide on whether or not to hate you enough to stab you." He explained. Suddenly, his eyes widened and his face lit up. He added, "Not only that, but did you know that in the Song Dynasty of China, yellow goldfish were forbidden to outsiders of the imperial family since gold was their imperial color. Did you also know that..."

As his lover kept blabbering on about the fish, Dean felt his eyelids get heavier and heavier. His vision blurred and his head leaned onto the white railing of the stairs. Soon, he completely cancelled out on everything.

...

"dean... Dean!"

"Cas?! W-What's goin' on?! What day is this?!" When he looked up, the sky was blue and the clouds were pure white. Significantly different that the grey, dark sky from earlier.

"It's still Tuesday. You fell asleep on the porch, so I stayed and sat with you. Except for a moment where I teleported to a nearby garage sa-."

Odd. Dean noticed that Cas was standing instead of sitting, like what he had done previously. Castiel had the goldfish in their small bowl wrapped in his right arm. Dean trailed his eyes down Cas's left arm, which held the handle of a red kiddie wagon."Wait... What are you doing?"

"I'm taking the fish out for a walk."

Just when he thought the innocent angel wouldn't get any more adorable, he had to go and pull this stunt. He tightly pressed his mouth to hold in his burst of laughter and to hide his curled lips. "Pft. W-What?"

"The internet didn't provide any fish leashes, so I got this wagon from a nearby garage sale and figured this was a good alternative."

"D-Don't you know that fish don't need to be walked," he stated, still trying to hold in his laughter.

"I know. I thought it would be nice to just take them out once in a while to see the outside instead of being cooped up inside our room. Would you like to walk them with me?"

He pressed his hands onto his knees and pushed himself up onto his feet. "No-can-do. I'm gonna go back inside and eat somethin'." Right after he said the last word, his stomach grumbled loudly.

Cas didn't mind Dean staying home. Dean had a rough night and a not so splendid morning. Dean needed his rest. He explained that he'll walk around the neighborhood and be back in a little over an hour. He waved farewell and walked down the steps as Dean walked up them.

As he stood on the doorway, Dean peered over his shoulder to observe the angel. Castiel placed the fishbowl in the wagon and strolled down the street as he whistled a tune that resembled the song that the dwarf's from that one Disney movie sang. His head rocked side to side and his stroll synced with the tune of the song. Dean stayed on the porch until the whistling from his partner faded away.

In the kitchen, he opened the fridge and squatted down to take a deeper look inside. Inside the amber lit compartments contained nothing but some banana peels and an empty pie tray. He slammed the door in frustration and pulled himself a seat. He sat on the wooden chair, rested his head on his forearms on the dining table, and sulked. His stomach was now in pain from hunger rather than sickness. A few moment later, he heard plastic rustling and heavy footsteps.

When he looked up, Sam came into the kitchen with a bag of groceries and his brow raised. "Umm... Is Cas walking the-"

"Don't question it, Sammy."