It's the weekend, and the day is shaping up to have an unusually clear sky and warm sunbeams. Thus, I decide that Dean and I are going on a walk.

He's not amazingly keen on the idea. In fact, he hisses as we step out of the door and the sunlight hits his eyes. Instead of replying, I knock his sunglasses off the top of his head so they cover his eyes and start walking. As our hands are attached, this means he comes with me.

He doesn't mind, really. He loves how he looks when he's 'sun-kissed'. When he saw the sun shining through the window this morning, he put on the shirt with the shortest sleeves on (which happens to be mine) and a pair of shirts. I don't really believe his plan was to stay inside all day.

He'll probably mow the lawn shirtless later. It's his masculine way of tanning.

It's quite nice to just walk. We catch up on what we've missed over the working week; Dean mostly informs me of what happens in the news. We both like to know what's going on, but he's the one who gets the opportunity to watch whilst working, and I can see what happens in his working hours for myself. I do get to hear about a few funny Dear Dean letters that don't make it in, however; like one girl who just asked 'how do I get Dear Dean to marry me?'

When we walk past the park, though, I hear a voice calling my name. "Castiel!"

Just the sound of the 3-syllabled version of my name is enough to inform me that this will not be worth my time, but Dean turns knitted eyebrows towards the woman, so I must follow suit. "Hello, Naomi." I call over and wave, hoping that if I keep walking she will not call me over. I tell Dean quietly that she is one of my colleagues, and he nods, continuing with my plan – knowing full well my lack of fond feelings for my coworkers.

She waves us over. I am not impolite enough to ignore her. Dean squeezes my hand in a gesture of apology. I squeeze his back to tell him I'm all right, that it's not his fault. We drop hands before walking over to Naomi; if she's seen us already, then she probably knows – but Dean and I both know just how little I want anyone in my workplace to know of my personal life.

"It's good to see you outside of work!" She embraces me in an uncomfortable hug. I refuse to reciprocate, and she pulls back quickly, looking towards the climbing frame. "I've told you about my children, right? Alfie and Nathaniel."

"I believe so." I don't remember any such conversation, but I smile in their direction regardless.

Dean looks at Naomi's well-put-together outfit and her tidy hair, then walks at a rapid pace to the boys. "Is that a Superman backpack?"

"Is… he okay?" Naomi asks me.

"Yes! He's my favourite superhero."

"What?! Not Batman?"

"Yes." I pause, before realising I have not done introductions. "He's Dean."

"Okay." She pauses, waiting for some elaboration. "You've never talked about a Dean."

"No, he's Alfie's favourite though!"

"Yeah! Right on, Alfie."

I shrug. "I don't talk about everything."

She laughs a little. "You don't talk about much, actually. I'd love to get in that head of yours." Her blue eyes are fixed on mine, and I understand why Dean hated my staring at the beginning of our relationship. I shift my eyes to Dean and the boys.

I laugh awkwardly. "Many have tried."

"I told you Batman was better!"

"Hey guys, if I let you in on a secret, will you promise not to tell anyone?" Yeah, and he was complaining about babysitting.

"Tell us!"

"And how many have succeeded?"

"Very few."

"Only after you promise."

"We promise!"

Dean leans in towards the boys, and gestures that they should hold their ears out. I don't need to hear what he whispers, because I know there is only one possible thing he could be saying here. I'm Batman.

"Does Dean have children?"

"No, but his brother does. He's their go-to babysitter because he doesn't charge."

"No way!"

"Yeah way! Look, I can prove it!" He moves over to the climbing frame.

"Ah. He just seems pretty good with the boys. He may have to be my babysitter, too."

"I'm fairly certain the only reason he doesn't charge is because his brother's wife would rescind all pie rights otherwise."

"I can make pretty good pie."

He jumps up onto one of the bars and hangs upside down from his knees, yes, Dean, remarkably like Batman. "Wow!"

Naomi's eyes widen.

"He's pretty picky about his pie. If you'll excuse me a minute, Dean will want a picture of this so he can send it to his brother."

"Uh… of course."

Dean grins at me as I advance, getting up the camera app on my phone.

"Shall we play a game? See how long you can stay up there without your knees giving out?"

"Oh, you're on!"

"Your face is going really red."

"That's what happens when gravity is pushing blood in the opposite direction of the way it is supposed to go."

"Can we do the Batman pose too?!"

"No, guys, it's a really long drop if you fall."

"But he's doing it!"

"He's a big boy, the drop isn't so far."

The camera snaps, and I decide I'll try the pose myself. "Naomi? Would you mind holding on to my phone?"

"Sure."

"And if I do manage to do the pose properly, would you mind taking a picture of the both of us?"

"I can do that."

"Thank you."

I stretch out my arms, because grabbing hold of the bar will probably be the most strenuous part of this. Then I jump up and hold on for dear life.

"How did you do this?!" Dean laughs, and I manage – somehow – to swing my legs over the top and get into the pose. It knocks all of the breath out of me, though. "I'm going to fall."

"Breathe, Cas. You just need to last a couple of seconds." Dean's laughter doesn't help. I hear the click, and I know what Naomi captured is my glare and Dean's laugh, and we have an awful lot of pictures like that.

"Dean. Smile for the camera." I grin cheesily to another click, before Dean yells:

"Wait!"

"What, Dean?"

"Alfie, Nathaniel?"

"Yeah?"

"I bet if you guys do headstands or handstands on the ground there, on the picture it'll look like you're flying and holding the air up."

They gasp a bit, and I would pat Dean on the back if I wasn't so afraid of overbalancing one way or the other.

Naomi doesn't complain at this suggestion; in fact, I think she smiles a little bit. It's hard to tell whilst upside down, though.

When the boys are in position – kind of – Naomi tells us to smile, and takes a few shots – I'm sure the boys are just in various degrees of falling over.

"Um, Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"How are we supposed to get down?" I stop for half of a second. "Without causing possible head injury."

"You're no fun. Reverse getting up."

"I feel a bit weak for that."

"Ah, all part of the fun!" He swings up… and misses.

"You were saying?"

"Shut up."

I work up some momentum, and manage to get my hands solidly on the bar. I'm grateful for my natural flexibility, though, because this is not comfortable and my legs seem unwilling to move.

"Stuck?"

"No."

With a pull, they come free, and I drop down.

"Need some help?"

"No." He means yes, so I pull his arms up and push his legs down, before giving him an innocent smile. "I hate you."

I shake my arms a little before retrieving my phone from Naomi. "Thank you, but we ought to be going."

"Of course. Thanks for entertaining the boys, even for just a little while. They'll be able to tell all of their friends that they met Batman this weekend."

"That's all right. Dean loves every opportunity to show off his abs."

i've written up to 12. i only planned to write tomorrow's so if i failed chemistry and couldn't do anything for crying it would be okay. oops.