Dean wakes up the next morning to a series of knocks. His eyes burn when they open, and he lets out a loud yawn as he tumbles to the door.

He groans when he opens it, his eyes struggling to see when a gust of air blows by him as the door swings. Dean squints when he sees the short, little man stroll right by him and into his room.

Dean scoffs. "What the—?"

"Good morning, sleeping beauty."

"What do you want, Gabe?" Dean asks hoarsely, shutting the door and trotting back to the bed to sit down. Gabe leans against the wall and grins.

"How was last night?" Gabe asks as he crosses his arms over his chest. Dean bites his cheek and gives him a once over.

Dean clears his throat. "Fine?" He says with sincere attitude. Gabe's still grinning at him and Dean can feel himself growing edgy.

Last night.

Dean swallows.

Last fucking night.

Gabe tilts his head. "Just fine?"

Dean purses his lips and squints. It wasn't fine. It was fucking amazing. Dean hadn't even laid a hand on Castiel but he still felt as though Cas had been right there. Dean feels a warm feeling settle in his stomach. Castiel was attracted to him.

"Great." Dean smiles, "It was great."

"Well I'll be damned," Gabe laughs, giving Dean a once over before he pushes slowly off the wall and sits on the bed next to Dean, "Cassie said the same thing."

Dean perks up. "You talked to Cas? What did he say?" He says quickly, and then he bites the inside of his cheek because he feels like a crazed teenager asking for details.

Gabe pats Dean on the shoulder, "He said—"

Their heads snap towards the door when three knocks strike the wood, causing Dean's heart to flutter.

Cas?

Gabe's the first one up, his pudgy body bouncing to the door. He raises on his toes and peeks into the peep-hole.

"Dear Lord," He shouts, his body whipping towards Dean in one quick movement as his mouth falls open, "Who the hell is that?!"

Not Cas.

Dean stands, his eyebrows clenching in confusion as Gabe begins to open the door without Dean's consent. The door swings, and standing before them is—

"Sam?" Dean croaks, and he glares at Gabe and notices that his mouth has yet to close and Dean wonders if he'll start to catch flies.

"Uh, Dean?" Sam sneers, looking at Gabe from top to bottom before locking his eyes on Dean again, "Is this...Castiel?"

"Oh hell no!" Dean laughs, and Gabe tsks and rolls his eyes. Sam walks past Gabe and Gabe's eyes follow him. Dean watches his eyes fall directly to his brothers butt before Gabe purses his lips and nods.

Oh boy.

"Is this your brother?" Gabe smiles as he shuts the door and steps closer to Sam. Dean chuckles when he sees Sam's eyes go wide. Dean holds his hands over his stomach and attempts to resist the urge to laugh at Gabriel's attempt of flirting.

Sam steps back, "Yes. I'm Dean's brother." Sam sucks in a breath and scratches the back of his head, "Deans unavailable brother."

"Okay!" Dean shouts, his fists balling as he clears the tension his brother had just idiotically put into the room, "So, Castiel?"

"What about Castiel?" Sam butts in, the curves of his mouth curling, "Did something happen?"

Oh God I wish.

"No," Dean says, but he's cut off by Gabe's militant laughter.

"I guarantee you the next time you'll see Dean he'll have hickies from head to toe," Gabe giggles, and Sam's hoarse laugh soon follows, "Even in places you didn't think hickies could go."

"Enough!" Dean yells, his cheeks being ambushed by a scarlet red, and he can feel himself already begin to sweat through his white t-shirt. He glares at his brother and notices Sam's trying to bite back laughter. "Okay, is there like some purpose that you're here?"

Sam's dimples deepen, "Yeah I was just gonna' check up on you. Seemed pretty strange after you left the other day, man."

"You came to check up on me?" Dean snarls, "Dude, no chick flick moments, okay? I'm fine."

Dean watches as his brother's smile fades. He's the one that should be checking up on Sam, not the other way around. And besides, he was fine. Or at least, now he was fine. Knowing that Castiel wants him just as bad as he wants Castiel is something Dean feels like he's needed to hear his whole life.

"What was he not fine about?" Gabe asks, his body turning towards Sam.

Dean smacks himself in the head.

"Oh," Sam giggles, "He was upset because he thought his little crushie-wushie didn't like him back."

Please just shoot me now while there's still time.

Dean sighs annoyingly, "I was not upset, Samantha, I was merely bothered by it."

And that, was a pure, down-right, straight-up, lie. It didn't just upset him, it pissed him off, made him distressed, but it most importantly made him feel alone. He's felt alone before, mostly all of his life, but never like he had when he thought Castiel didn't feel the same way. That was a different kind of "alone".

Being with Castiel, even if it wasn't the way Dean had wanted it to be, made him feel intact. Unbroken, undamaged, unmarked.

Castiel makes him feel perfect.

"Yes but he does like you." Gabe speaks up, and Dean looks forward to see that Gabe and his brother had practically gravitated towards each other since the last time he looked towards them. "Or at least, I'm pretty sure he does."

"Pretty sure?" Dean swallows, "Pretty sure isn't sure, dude. I need deats."

Sam huffs, "Oh my god, you're like a girl."

"Shuddup, Samantha. Did someone forget to take their Midol today? Need some tampons or something?" Dean spits at him, pointing his finger up in front of him and Sam raises his hands up and laughs.

Sam crosses his arms in front of his chest and squints. "Yeah I'll just borrow them from you, considering you have a lot of those, don't you?"

Dean starts laughing a little too because he can't just not laugh at himself. He's never acted this way before, hell, he's never asked for "deats" before either. Sam's right, he is acting like a girl.

Jesus fucking Christ Castiel, the things you do to me.

"He doesn't shut his trap about you that's for sure." Gabe says, and Dean looks up again to find that Gabe's arm is now brushing his brothers. And Sam's cool with it.

Gabe you sly dog.

"Dean this, Dean that, blah blah blah. I don't care. All I care about is when you guys finally fuck." Gabe sighs, and he makes an effort to step a little closer to Sam, "I wanna' know if you're a good fuck, 'cause I also wanna' find out if it runs in the family."

Oh shit.

At any point in his life, Dean has never ever wanted a camera more than he does at this very moment. Because this, oh this, was priceless. The look on Sam's face was something Dean has never ever witnessed before, on anyone for that matter. Sam's face was the actual color of a ripe tomato, and his eyes, wow his eyes, were almost as wide as Castiel's legs were in Dean's dream last night.

And the look on Gabe's was so much better. He's proud. And dammit, he deserves to be with that one.

Dean holds his stomach and tries to retain himself from bursting into hysterics, but before he can really crack, there comes another knock at the door.

"I'll get it!" Sam shouts, and his legs are shaking while he carries himself to the door. Gabe glances at Dean and smiles.

Dean shoots him a finger, "Props to you on that one, dude." He laughs, and the reverts his attention to Sam at the door. His big gigantor body is in the way, but he hears Sam huff a laugh before he turns his head around.

"Well," Sam grins, his tongue swiping out to brush his bottom lip. Dean swallows because he knows that look. That's Sam's "payback" look. "Castiel is even more hot than you mentioned."

SAM YOU MOTHER FUCKER.

Sam's body moves, and Castiel steps in, a gray AC/DC t-shirt clinging to his chest and a pair of dark worn out jeans around his legs. Dean's breath hitches when he see's him, his hair exactly the way Dean likes it, and his eyes are even more stunning than Dean remembers.

Castiel smiles. "Hello, Dean."

Dean tries to smile back, but just ends up taking a gulp and choking on his own spit.

Fan-fucking-tastic, Dean.

Sam clears his throat. "Well, I-uh, need to go. I'll call you later, man." Sam grins as he begins to walk out the door, Gabe following close behind.

"Yeah, catch ya later, Dean-o!" Gabe smirks. He walks by Castiel and whispers something in his ear before he makes his leave. Castiel turns a bright red and bites his lip.

Dean feels his stomach flop, because whatever Gabe just said, was clearly about him. And now, Dean and Castiel are just swimming in a pool of sexual tension.

"Did I interrupt anything?" Castiel says, his hands rustling the back of his hair.

His hair.

That fucking dark hair that makes Dean go insane. Dean sucks a breath in, and his whole body clenches when he remembers what happened last night. It was Castiel, in the flesh. It's different, looking at him now. Knowing that he too wants the same thing Dean wants, and Dean contemplates whether he should just grab Castiel's face now and just fucking kiss him.

Fuck me, Dean, please, make me come...make me...

Dean bites his lip until he tastes blood.

No, do not start this now...don't think about it...don't think about it...

"Dean?"

Dean's head shoots up. "Hm?"

Castiel steps forward and Dean feels like he just swallowed a hornet's nest. "You look...under the weather. Are you alright?"

Now that Castiel is closer to him and Dean can see the speckles of darker blue in the lightness of his eyes; no, he's not alright.

"I'm cool, man." Dean laughs, trying to look anywhere but at Castiel to avoid losing it.

Cas looks down and smiles, "So I have the day off today," He starts, and then he giggles, "And I wanted to hold you to your promise."

Dean tilts his head. "My promise?"

Castiel blushes and chews on his bottom lip, and Dean's gaze flickers back and forth from the pink of his lips to the blue of his eyes. Cas shrugs, "You promised you'd take me to Disneyland, and I'm holding you to it."

Disneyland.

Disney-fucking-land. Cas wants to go to Disneyland with him. A date.

Is it a date? Yeah, this would be considered a date right?

Dean chuckles, "You want to—"

"I want to go on Splash Mountain." Cas interrupts as he nods his head, proud and confidently.

Oh Lord Almighty.

Dean's lips spread into a gummy smile. He doesn't take Castiel for the "roller-coaster type" at all. Considering how horrified he is of scary movies, Dean can't see roller coasters being a good idea. Last night with Cas, holy hell, all he'd do was cling on to Dean for dear life, and Dean just can't imagine how he'd be with a 50 foot drop down a water mountain into a thorny abyss.

Wait a second...

Dean props his head. If Cas was clinging onto him with the scary movie, he'd most likely do it even more on the ride...

Dean smiles. "Alright, Splash Mountain it is."

The end of September was the best time to go visit the park. All the leaves were beginning to change, leaving traces of red and yellow on the stems of fallen leaves. The benches are cold and wet with dew, and Dean watches as Castiel stares at a pile of brown and crusty leaves whirl around in a little tornado next to them. Cas smiles and his eyes highlight with the sun shining a wave over them.

Cas bites his thumb nail and sits crossed-legged on the bench. "This map is indecipherable. What the hell is Roger Rabbit's Cartoon Spin? What are these things?"

Dean snatches the map from Cas and laughs, "Wow, dude, you live under a rock or something?" He says with a sigh, reverting his eyes to the map.

"I'm not very pop culture savvy, if that's what you're asking."

Dean shoves the map in his pocket, "Why don't we just walk around for a while, talk a little."

Cas beams. "I'd enjoy that," He stands, and Dean follows him shortly after as they begin to trail around the park. It's not warm, but it's not cold either, and every once in a while Cas' teeth start to clank together and he shoves his hands in his jacket pockets. Dean likes it when he does it because it just gives him another reason to walk closer.

They pass the spinning teacups, listening to the annoying yet somewhat calming sound of children's laughter. Castiel giggles a little a looks up to Dean.

"So, Dean, tell me about yourself."

Dean turns his head to Castiel, seeing that he's grinning at the sidewalk in front of him. "Like what?" He says with a swallow.

There's nothing about him that Cas would be interested in knowing. He doesn't want to hear his sob story about how his life sucks or how he has a lot of "issues". He wants to hear what he likes, what he does for fun, what makes him happy. And it's hard to tell someone that kind of stuff about yourself if you don't exactly have any.

"Anything," Cas says deeply, "Just tell me anything."

Dean shrugs and sucks in the inside of his cheek. "I don't really got much, to be honest."

"I find that seemingly difficult to believe, considering I think you happen to be a very," Cas stops himself completely, his feet halt along with the sound of his voice, and Dean hitches, his body faltering as soon as he sees Castiel stop. Cas lingers for a moment, smiling at the ground again. "Different. You really are different."

Different?

Different how?

But Dean already knew he was different. The way he grew up, the things that he'd done, what he's gone through; they were all different. They were incomparable, matchless, divergent. As far as he knew, being different was bad. And now hearing it from Cas, felt strange. But in all honesty, he didn't know what he was expecting; or really, what he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear something better than "different". He just didn't know what it was yet. All he knew now, was that he was different, and he didn't know whether that was a good or bad thing.

It must've been a good thing. It had to be, considering Castiel's noises last night.

"I can take that," Dean mumbles, "For now."

Castiel blushes, but doesn't say anything. He shoves his hands in his pockets and nuzzles his neck into his jacket collar.

Dean steps on the crunchy leaves on the path. "So what about you, huh?"

Cas starts mimicking Dean, stepping on the crunchy leaves before Dean has a chance too. "What about me?"

"I don't know, just you. Like tell me something about yourself."

Castiel laughs a little but doesn't respond immediately, first drawing his attention to a group of kids climbing on the Mickey Mouse statue, and then to a pigeon pecking its beak down at the concrete to gather dropped popcorn sprawled across the walkway. He parts his lips and sighs again, "I'm very hard to figure out."

Dean shakes his head and nudges Castiel on the shoulder. "Alright, we'll start simple, then. What's your favorite color?"

"Really?" Cas laughs, his tongue brushing his lips when a gust of cool air brushes them. He turns to Dean and nods, "I like orange."

Dean scoffs, "Orange? Dude, really?"

"What?" Cas chuckles sarcastically, "Is that not satisfying enough to you?"

Dean grins and shakes his head again, "Nah, just different, I guess."

Castiel stops in his tracks again. "Different is a good thing."

Dean stops and looks back, a small distance separating the two. Castiel was smiling subtly, dimples showing faintly in his prickly skin. His smile radiates across to Dean, and he smiles right back.

Different is a good thing.

It's a weird consciousness that hit Dean's stomach, a strange tingle in his core that can't be acquitted with words. Castiel is different.

Cas' eyes light up, "Hey look!" He shouts, and runs past Dean, leaving a gust of wind that knocks Dean out of another one of his "space-out sessions". His head follows Castiel, and he's in the line for the ride. "Dean! C'mon!"

Oh boy.

Dean's been on Splash Mountain before. Many times with his brother, in fact. It's quite boring for him actually, considering he's more of the upside-down loop going 75 miles an hour roller coaster guy, but this would do. All things considered, it was the end of September, on a Sunday, and nobody was really there compared to the previous times Dean's gone. A group of people soaked from head-to-toe walk by them.

"Let's do that again!" One of them shouts. Dean rolls his eyes.

Great, I'm gonna' get bathed it recycled spit-water.

So the line hopped quickly, and soon enough, Dean and Castiel were sat right next to each other in the last row of the tight, compact plastic log rift. Dean's butt's soaking wet, which is more than uncomfortable given the fact he's wearing jeans. And now Castiel is pressed firmly against his side, and he can feel him shaking.

The ride moves, and Castiel's hand grips the metal bar in front of them.

"This was an awful idea." He says, and he sucks in a breath of air big enough to pop a balloon. Dean can see Cas' whole body literally shaking, "Why didn't you talk me out of this? Dammit Dean."

Dean laughs, "Hey! You said you wanted to go on it!" He laughs and pats Cas on the shoulder, "It'll be over in no time, trust me."

Feel free to grab on to me at any time now...

"No, no, no, oh my God no." Cas whimpers, his hands clutching the bar so tightly Dean can see the white in his knuckles. His head is buried down into his chest and he's squeezing his eyes shut so tight that Dean can see every wrinkle and crease perfectly carved on his face. He just looks so fucking cute, even when he's half scared to death.

"Okay, there's a little bit of a hill here," Dean starts, and Castiel grabs Dean's knee so tightly Dean winces.

Dude likes it rough.

Cas opens his eyes for a second but immediately shuts them after, "NO, NO, NO, NO! This was such an awful idea!"

Dean has to admit, it's almost kind of hilarious seeing Cas like this. The calm and content CEO acting like a 5 year-old kid not in their right mind is fucking priceless; but at the same time, Dean feels like he needs to protect him. Maybe by instinct, given the fact he's been watching over Sammy for years, but whatever it is, Dean needs to be there.

Dean turns towards Castiel and freezes.

His arm was already around Castiel's shoulder, gripped tightly on the other end and pulling Castiel close into him and leaning into his chest. Cas' hand was coiled in Dean's shirt, and he was breathing heavy and warm against Dean's neck.

WHEN THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN?

It was just instinct. His body has a mind of it's own around him, and Dean's fingers curl across his shivering skin, pressing Cas closer to him, until he feels the rapid beat of his heart echoing into his own body.

Dean swallows and presses his chin to Castiel's hair, "There's another hill coming, and then the big one," He says as calmly as he can, and he feels Castiel's grip on his shirt tense, "You alright there, man?"

"This is the epitome of imprudent ideas," Castiel groans, his breath uneven and shaky into Dean's skin, so close that Dean feels Cas' lips skim his neck, "So to answer your question, no."

Cas is driving Dean insane. Fuck Cas being scared, fuck everything, because Dean is so close, so fucking close to just fucking kissing him. There's heated breath on his neck and Cas' lips are whispering and brushing against it, and Dean wants more. Cas' hands are still tightly pressed into him, both coiled tightly around the cloth of his shirt, along with Cas' rapidly rising chest crushed into Dean's side. Dean can feel the warmth, the tension, and every other little feeling in between in the center of his core.

Castiel's nails dig into Dean's skin when they go down the second biggest hill, and if it's any possible, Dean's pressing him closer into him, as close as they can possibly get. "It's okay, one more and it's over. It's over."

"Son of a fuck." Cas cries, and Dean can't help but smile when he hears Castiel swear like that. Needless to say, it's hot.

They turn a small corner, and Dean hitches when he sees the dark tunnel. The annoying music starts playing louder, and Dean begins rubbing Cas' shoulder, "Almost over, almost over. Just hold on to me, and you'll be fine, 'kay Cas?"

Cas shakes his head, "I'm such an idiot! Why did I come on this ride!?" He yelps, throwing his arms across Dean's chest, and pulling him in, "Dean, I can't do this."

Well, you don't really have a choice...

Dean takes a deep breath, entwining a fist full of Cas' hair in his hand as he leans his forehead into the side of Cas' temple. Dean see's Cas shutting his eyes so tightly, and it only gets worse when he feels the elevation of the ride start to increase.

Fuck it.

"Cas, look at me," Dean whispers in his ear, but Cas doesn't respond, and he continues to clutch onto his shirt, his body shaking against Dean's stable one, "Cas! Fucking look at me, dammit." Dean roars, his hand that was once holding onto Castiel's arm now cupping the side of his face and leaning it towards him.

Castiel's eyes open wide, and they're glassy and red; clearly overwhelmed with fear. He's still shivering as Dean starts to rub the underside of his jaw with his thumb, "Just look at me. Just watch me. Just forget everything and watch me."

Looking at Castiel gives Dean a different feeling every time. It's like every time is the first time. Like everything was moving in fast forward, and it's just them two, in the middle of it all. In a quick instant, Cas' face unwrinkles from hiding, his whole body sucking in a breath as Dean continues to hold his face exactly where he wants it to be. Dean moves his hand to the back of Castiel's neck, and he feels his heart pulse quicker when Castiel blinks slowly, an emotion, a feeling, a strength, illuminating from the icy blue crystals in his irises.

It was all one feeling, like a smooth raindrop falling to the surface, and exploding when it hits the ground, sending pieces everywhere and sinking into the depths of the earth. His eyes were shy, hidden behind a sheet of hunger, desire, longing.

Cas' hands let go, his fingers unhinging from the fabric of Dean's shirt, resting softly on his chest. His eyes refused to leave, and Dean knows that as long as his hand never breaks from his face, Cas will never pull back, because he won't have the power to. Cas is in the palm of his hand, and he's in the palm of Cas'.

Just look at me.

Cas never stops. Never breaks, never blinks, never takes a glance. The ride down was a mystery, lost in the embedded surroundings. Only when a wave of water attacks them out of nowhere does Dean start breathing again, unhinging his hand from Cas' neck. Dean starts laughing, his hand wiping the water that coated his face. Cas laughs shortly after, rubbing his eyes to rid the dripping water.

"Easy, right?" Dean says, and Castiel scooches away a little, an impending smile growing on his face. He looks down and shrugs with a sly grin, but doesn't say anything. Dean sucks in the side of his cheek and wonders if that meant the same thing to Cas as it did to him. And then he wonders if Cas just thinks Dean would be a good hook-up instead of a relationship.

Wait what? No, I'm not looking for a relationship. I'm already in one...aren't I...?

As if Lisa and his relationship even qualified as a "relationship".

Dean's thought is interrupted brutally by a huge wave of water slapping him across the face. He spits out disgusting water and rubs his eyes, only to look over and see Castiel laughing and smiling like an idiot.

"That was for not convincing me to get off this ride when we had the chance!" Cas giggles, his smile spreading wide across the stubble on his face.

Dean slicks his hair back, "Oh, you little fucker!" He laughs and reaches his hand over the side of the raft and scoops as much water as he can into his hand. Cas' eyes widen when he sees the tsunami coming his way, but keeps laughing anyway as he shapes his now soaking wet hair into a mo-hawk shape on the top of his head.

Cas puckers his lips and sucks in his cheeks. "New look?"

Dean rubs his chin and examines the spiky hair. "Totally, dude. Don't forget to dye it orange after. That'll really make your eyes pop."

Castiel laughs, shaking his head before he looks up to meet Dean's eyes again. And he stares for a while, the smallest grin on his face.

"You know I never really noticed how green your eyes are," Cas smiles and shakes his head as he presses his hair back down, ruffling it up a bit to just give it that little kick. Dean was too absorbed in Castiel's hair to understand what he meant, and he's just thankful that his jeans are too uncomfortable to give him a boner.

The ride comes to a stop, and Dean steps out after Cas, ringing out his shirt. He looks down a grimaces, because he's practically floating in his own shoes, and he feels his jeans clinging to him in places it really shouldn't be clinging to. Dean looks up at Cas and freezes when he notices the grey AC/DC t-shirt sticking to every curve, every inch, every muscle of Cas' torso.

Sweet fucking Christ.

Cas is soaking wet, his hair still dripping and sticking up in all different directions as he musses it up with his hands. It's nearly impossible for Dean not to stare. His mouth is crooking upwards in such a way that it almost suggests they should "take it to the bedroom". The hair on his forehead is too wet and heavy to stand, and now hangs over the long lashes on his eyes, and droplets come from his hairline above his temple, dripping down across his face and trailing his formed jaw until it breaks from his skin and drips to the ground.

Cas grabs the front end of his shirt and rings it out, revealing the lower part of his abdomen and back, which, thankfully, Dean has a nice side-view of both. His jeans are heavy and wet and hanging low on his hips just above the cleft of his ass, and Dean draws his full attention to the "V" on the lower part of his back. His pants hug his legs in such a way that Dean can also see quite clearly the outlined bulge at the front of his jeans.

Son of a fuck.

"Dean are you alright?"

Dean swallows and coughs a little, "Yeah, why?"

Cas shrugs, "You seemed to be spacing." He says and he shakes his hands and sneers at his wet clothes, "Here, let's get some dry clothes."

Cas leads him to a small store where he ends up buying them both Disneyland black sweatshirts with the logo on the front and grey sweatpants for Dean, and dark blue for himself, that Cas looks drop dead adorable in. They walk out of the store, plastic bag in Dean's hand to carry the wet clothes. Dean almost wishes Castiel was still in the dripping clothes, only because he looked so fucking hot in them. They just outlined every single curve of his body, almost like a second layer of skin. Dean has to shake the thought away, because now he was comfortably in sweatpants that could easily allow him to get a boner instead of those jeans.

Castiel taps Dean on the shoulder, "Hey, look!" He yells, running away from Dean. Dean's eyes follow him to a small $1 game booth.

Oh god, not these.

Dean walks up next to Castiel and he's staring intently at the little plastic aliens inside the booth in the back that are attached to metal rods and moving back and forth rapidly across the platform. He also eyes the array of colored teddy bears across the side of the booth.

"Have you ever played one of these before?" Dean asks, and Cas immediately shakes his head and smiles.

"No, but I would like to."

Dean reaches in the plastic bag and pulls out his disgustingly wet wallet, and whips out two damp dollars from the pocket. Cas is bouncing on his feet like a five year old kid when Dean hands the guy the bills.

The guy sighs, a long and breathy groan, one that says "I really love my job ", and he sets up the little toy-gun machine. "Okay, you have six shots. Knock an alien down and you get a bear."

Dean takes a step back, eager to admire this, because he knows that this can only go one way. And oh boy, he was right.

The first shot was probably the funniest thing Dean has ever seen in his life. Cas holds the gun right in front of his chest and leans his head back so he's making almost like twenty chins as he tries to aim the little Bebe gun at the moving plastic aliens. He fires, but none of them actually find out where the first one went.

Cas fires the last two almost impossibly quickly, one right after the other, and he stomps his foot on the ground when none of the little aliens fall over. "Dammit!" He yells.

Dean laughs and steps next to him, "No, Cas, hold it like this." Dean takes the gun from Castiel's hand and aims it, both hands straight in front of him at eye level. He grins to himself before he shoots. He knew target practice with cans and bottles with Bobby and Sam would pay off someday.

He shoots, and not a second later, a little plastic alien falls to its death. The guy behind the counter looks at him with a bemused glare. "Don't count that one as a hit," Dean says, his hand brushing his sweatshirt, "Pretend I missed."

Cas scoffs, "What? How did you—?"

Dean laughs, "Alright, did you see what I did? Try that." He says with a smirk as he hands the confused looking Castiel the gun. Cas reluctantly takes it and shakes his head. He raises his arms in front of him, but Dean notices he's still not at eye-level and he's not closing one eye to get a better accuracy mark. Sure enough, Cas fires and misses again.

"I only have one shot left." Cas frowns.

Hey, why not, right?

Dean moves behind him and presses his crotch to the side of Cas' ass and Dean feels Cas tense almost immediately. He places one hand across his back and on his shoulder while the other is raised with Castiel's with the gun. He leans down into the crook of Castiel's shoulder and whispers hot and heated directly into his ear.

"Close one eye, it helps with aim," Dean says smoothly, and he hears Cas suck a breath in. Cas swallows and closes his eye, but Dean decides to take the torture just a little bit further. He steps behind Castiel completely and presses his dick directly into Castiel's ass, one hand on the curve of his hip and the other around his body supporting his arms.

Cas squeals.

"Like-like this?" Cas asks dryly and hesitantly, peeking over his shoulder and taking a quick glimpse of Dean's face, but he gapes away quickly when their eyes meet. Dean smirks to himself.

"Yeah, Cas, just like that." Dean groans in his ear, adding a little huskiness to his tone to make it just the right amount of alluring. The hand resting on Cas' hip swipes across the curve of his back, and Dean sees Cas swallow and exhale sharply. Dean chews on his bottom lip, because this isn't just torture for Cas, it's even more for him.

Cas shoots, and a little plastic alien falls to its death.

"Holy shit!" Cas yelps, and he hitches his body and smiles and laughs in excitement, "Dean, did you see that?"

"Badass Cas over here." Dean laughs, his hand raising up Cas' back and receiving a shiver from the man. Dean looks at the array of colored teddy bears on the shelf and points to one. "That orange one. We'll take the orange one."

"No, wait."

Dean turns to Cas and notices that he doesn't have his eyes on the orange one at all. Cas smiles at the guy behind the counter and points to another one. "Can I have the green one, please?" Castiel points to a deep forest colored green bear, all the way in the back of the display.

Dean scoffs, "Since when did you start liking the color green?"

Cas smiles softly and accepts the teddy bear from the man, thanking him before he starts to walk away. Dean follows him and watches as Cas holds the stuffed bear close to his chest. Cas looks at the bear, and then at Dean and smiles even more, enough that his eyes begin to crinkle on the sides. He stares at Dean for a long time, his eyes flickering back and forth between each one.

"Don't know. 'Bout half hour ago."