A/N: I just wanna say thanks to all ya'll who are reading this... you are much appreciated! VioletErin.26, you are totally awesome, I'm so glad you're enjoying this so much! :D And I love this chapter, cuz Dean and Sam finally have that chick-flick moment Dean's been avoiding from the get-go.

Cas looked at Dean and rolled his eyes.. He almost wondered sometimes what the Winchesters would do if he was caught up in his Heavenly duties and couldn't come to help them out. Thankfully, this was not one of those times.
Dean scrunches his face at Cas's expression. "Dude, Sam, you taught my angel how to roll his eyes, your teenage cooties are contagious."
"I'm pretty sure he picked that up before he was 'your' angel, Dean." Sam laughed.
Dean looked at Cas. "Well?"
Cas looked from one Winchester to the next, shrugged and grabbed a hold of his grace and left to go research the "giant snake".
Sam couldn't help but laugh at the reaction on Dean's face.
"Shut up, Sam." Dean glared, ears red.
"Not on this one. Cuz now I get to watch you pout till 'your' angel comes back."
"Yeah, well... Thanks, ...for, uh, not being ...weird... about that." Dean gestured abstractly, not making eye contact, ears burning.
"Why would I be weird, Dean... you've been lying to yourself for far too long.. Cas is just the one who climbed into the closet and dragged your ass out."
'Yeah, well, ...it takes some getting used to." Dean didn't mention the few boys he'd eyed at bars too far past midnight when he'd been younger, didn't mention the disapproval flaring in his father's eyes at the two guys they'd saved from a werecat who turned out to be a couple, did't mention a lot of things.
Sam rolled his eyes. He'd known since the boys had been teens that Dean's constant rotation of women was all for show. He was 85% certain that John had known somewhere too, but that was a whole different heart to heart.
Dean was still avoiding eye contact, letting the silence grow.
Sam looked at Dean again, sighed, and grabbed his brother's wrist, "c'mon."
"Where're you draggin' me, Sammy?"
Sam didn't say anything, but grabbed the keys for the Impala from Dean. He opened the car door and started the engine. Once Dean was settled, he headed for the interstate, taking the exit towards Cleveland.
"The fuck Sammy, who said you could drive my car?" Dean bitched at Sam until he realized it was a moot point and resigned himself to turning up his music loudly and staring grumpily out the passenger window.
Sam smirked, but he knew that Dean needed a distraction, and with Cas off doing angel research, that left the surprise Sam had planned the night before, during a break in his research. "You'll see, jerk," he said, raising his voice to be heard over the music.
"Whatever, bitch."
45 minutes later, they were in the outskirts of Cleveland, and Sam headed for the exit that lead to the Tower City Cinema. As they got closer, Sam started seeing the banners... As he pointed them out to Dean, he quoted the site he'd found, "FILM FEASTS is a series of parties, soirées, and gatherings to celebrate all that is film and art in Cleveland.' Food and movies, I thought you'd like that."
"Dude, you planned us an artsy movie date? Are we painting each other's nails later?" Dean's incredulity is only barely offset by his obvious delight at the surprise. Unfortunately sometimes his way of showing appreciation is by being kind of a dick but he figures Sam understands that, being that Sam is totally a giant girl.
"Yeah, and braiding each other's hair, too. Thanks for the appreciation, bro." Sam fought to keep a straight face, because he knew that Dean was just being Dean.
"And then we can play truth or dare and write together in our diaries." Dean punches Sam lightly in the arm, grinning.
Sam laughed, happy to have the carefree Dean back, even for a little bit. "If we get Cas back, we could always play spin the bottle. I'd even let you cheat."
Dean snorts at that mental image. "We could always have a pillow fight."
"Let's not forget the Notebook, followed by the Titanic, or vice versa."
"And definitely A Walk to Remember."
"Great choice," Sam said, not able to keep the straight face anymore. He broke up laughing, and earned a funny look from the will call clerk.
Dean cracked up too, and they wound up looking like a couple of nutballs for the next five minutes before they could properly get tickets.

So... who all's excited about tonight?