A/N: E/O Challenge. I dropped the ball on this one... I wrote "space" and then checked the email again and saw there was supposed to be some birthday Cas in here for Ghostey. Happy birthday anyway!! Here's hoping Cas shows up at your door in his trenchcoat and um, demands you teach him about this human mystery called "kissing."
A loose thread dangles from Sam's second button. The pores in his chin pulse in time to Dean's heart: big-small, big-small.
"So what do you think?"
A mosquito whines. Dean's boots are caked in sand. He wants to make a castle.
"Dean?"
Sam's eyebrows are scrunched up tight, the dark hairs crowding each other.
"Caterpillars. Defidditly caterpillars."
Sam stares, then shakes his head, erupts in laughs. Dean watches them puff from his mouth and scatter around the room.
"I love you on Nyquil."
"Hihhh-hih... HA-TCHOOO!"
There's cool fabric on his forehead. Someone's humming Star Trek. Dean drifts up into space.