Dean looked at the calendar on his wall, adorned with photos of hot, near naked women. Apparently while he was sleeping, Cas had taken the liberty of cutting out pictures of his own face and gluing it over the women's faces. Dean checked the calendar and looked at the large, gold, glitter-covered square on the 19th. Cas insisted on putting the glitter on it. It had made a mess all over the floor. Dean laughed at the memory and put a scribble on the date.
Dean turned back to Cas and watched him for a moment. Cas looked like the embodiment of peace and serenity in his sleep. Dean slowly ran his hand through Cas's hair until he started stirring. After a few minutes, Cas finally woke up.
"Mornin' sleeping beauty." Dean smiled as Cas looked up at him.
"Must you always insist on calling me princess names? You are aware than I am not a female." Cas asked.
Dean laughed. "No one has eyes that blue without having some Disney magic."
"I assure you, Dean. I have no 'Disney Magic' in me." Cas stated.
"Could've fooled me." Dean replied.
"I can always fool you." Cas retorted.
"Unsurprisingly." Dean smirked. "So what do you want to do first?"
"What do you mean?" Cas asked.
"C'mon, Birthday Boy, what do you want to do?" Dean chimed.
"Oh. Today is my birthday, isn't it?" Cas mused.
"Seventeen. Like the magazine." Dean said.
"Magazine?" Cas furrowed his brows.
"Seventeen magazine. It's some magazine for teen girls. I can buy you one." Dean winked.
"That will not be necessary." Cas stated.
"Still. What do you want to do today? You have the world at your fingertips. Literally." Dean replied.
"I don't know." Cas shrugged. "I kind of like it right here."
"Nah. You're here all the time." Dean chuckled. "More than you should be."
Cas glared at Dean. "I like it here."
"If I weren't here, you wouldn't like it." Dean smirked.
"Sure I would. It's...homey." Cas breathed.
"Yeah, sure." Dean rolled his eyes. "Let's go somewhere."
"But I'm tired." Cas whined. "Can't I just stay in bed all day?"
"That's the one thing I won't let you do, Cas." Dean smiled.
Cas pouted. "But it's comfy."
"No, Cas. It's not." Dean laughed.
"It's where you are." Cas said.
"Well, if that's the only way to get you out of bed...I guess I'll just have to get out." Dean sighed, crawling over Cas.
"No!" Cas grabbed onto Dean's arm. "Ten more minutes. Then I'll get out."
"Fine." Dean huffed playfully rolling back to his side of the bed. "Only because you asked nicely."
Cas let out a happy sigh as he wrapped his arms around Dean and curled back into his chest, the two falling back into an unplanned sleep.
Dean woke up when he heard a series of clicks. He opened his eyes and saw Sam standing with a camera. Sam saw he was awake and ran down the hall. Dean climbed over Cas trying not to wake him and ran after Sam.
"Make him delete those photos!" Dean yelled towards his dad.
"Leave me out of this, boys." John sighed as his sons scampered across the room.
"Give me that right now!" Dean ran faster after Sam and chased him out the door. Sam smiled smugly at Dean, knowing he was faster than him, and ran down the street. Dean, in a final bout of energy, caught up to Sam and leaped on him, just in time to see an email flying out to all of Sam's contacts.
"You little shit!" Dean exclaimed. "Give me that right now! Delete that email!"
"It's already sent, Dean. Sorry." Sam pouted in faux apology.
"Fuck you." Dean retorted. "I can't believe your my brother!"
"I can't believe you're mine. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but I could've sworn I just saw you snuggling and cuddling in bed with your boyfriend. Aw. How adorable." Sam batted his eyes.
"Dean!" Dean whipped his head around to see Cas hustling down the sidewalk. "What's going on?"
"This fucker took a photo of us sleeping!" Dean huffed.
"Oh." Cas replied, craning to see Sam. "Send me a copy."
"Already did." Sam sang.
"You're supposed to be on my side here, Cas." Dean said.
"I'm on no one's side. I just wanted to know what all the ruckus was about." Cas ran his hand through his hair.
Dean sat up off Sam and turned to Cas. "Fuck you."
Cas smiled innocently as he helped Dean off the ground. "Sorry."
"You better be." Dean snorted.
"Don't I get someone to help me up?" Sam scoffed.
"No." Dean and Cas said at the same time.
"You guys are dicks..." Sam muttered as he stood up and followed behind them. While walking, Dean stuck his foot out and tripped Sam, then pulled Cas's arm and took of running.
"Go to hell, Dean!" Sam shouted as he pushed himself off the sidewalk.
"Planning on it!" Dean called back.
Dean and Cas slowed to a walking pace, and Dean wrapped an arm around Cas's waist and pulled him closer so that their shoulders were pressed together. Dean pressed a kiss to Cas's temple, Cas turning and kissing him back on the lips.
"You are going to have an awesome sweet 17." Dean smiled.
"Suite 17? What's that? Is an apartment?" Cas asked.
"You seriously don't know?" Dean laughed.
"No. Not a clue." Cas answered.
"Since I wasn't around for your most likely uneventful sixteenth birthday, we're throwing you a sweet 17. Normally they happen on a 16th birthday, but I'm here now so you're having a sweet 17." Dean explained. "They're like normal birthday parties, but on acid or something."
"A p-party?" Cas stammered.
"Not a big, wild one, Cas. Don't worry." Dean patted him on the back. "For you at least. I know how you don't like large crowds."
"Yeah." Cas sighed.
"I think you'll like what we have planned for you." Dean mused.
"We?"
Dean smiled smugly as he put a finger to his lips. "My secret."
"You can't just say that." Cas crossed his arms. "It's not fair!"
"Oh, hon." Dean rolled his eyes. "Some time you gotta learn that life's not fair."
"You're an assbutt." Cas glared at him.
"And proud." Dean grinned.
Cas smiled up at him and sighed. "I will never understand you."
"No one can." Dean chuckled.
"Where do you think you're going?" Michael asked as he saw Gabriel grabbing his coat and heading to the door.
"Uh...out." Gabriel replied.
"Where? Lucifer left five minutes ago, and was more of trying to sneak out. Now you're also being quiet and leaving. Something's up." Michael stated. "Does this have anything to do with it being Castiel's birthday?"
"Today's his birthday?" Gabriel asked.
"Seventeenth." Michael answered.
"Oh..." Gabriel muttered. "I was just going to meet up with Anna and Balthazar."
"Anna and Balthazar? Maybe I should come along." Michael stated.
"Oh, God no!" Gabriel exclaimed.
Michael raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you want me to come? Hiding something, Gabriel?"
"No. Not at all. Just, this is just a friendly matter. Has nothing to do with business or anything." Gabriel stuttered.
"Fine then." Michael said, obviously not fully believing what he was being told. "And before you leave, you should be ashamed in yourself. I hate Castiel and I still know when his birthday is and get him something. You are a disappointment of an older brother."
"I know." Gabriel smiled as he dashed out the door.
"Where are we going?" Cas asked in a yawn.
"Your sweet 17." Dean smirked.
"Now?" Cas whined. "I'm not even dressed and my hair-"
"Is sexy." Dean growled.
"My hair?" Cas scoffed.
Dean put his hand on Cas's head and messed his hair up even more. "Damn right your hair."
Cas put his hand over Dean's and stroked the back of it with his thumb. "Then maybe this isn't such a bad thing after all."
"Definitely not." Dean smiled, one hand on the steering wheel.
They pulled up beside a park and Dean parked the car.
"A park? You're throwing a party at a park? That's not very Dean Winchester of you." Cas mused.
"Well this isn't just any party. It's your party. So of course I'm doing it at some lame ass park. All open space and peaceful and natural. Yet another reason you're the lesser known Disney princess." Dean replied.
"Oh. Are those people over there for me?" Cas asked.
"You betcha." Dean grinned.
"You know I don't like people, Dean." Cas sighed.
"Oh lighten up." Dean laughed. "It's not that many people. It's not like you don't know them either or anything."
"Now you've gone and captured my interest." Cas stated.
"I should do that more often now, shouldn't I?" Dean laughed.
"Sure. Go ahead." Cas muttered, his hands in his pockets.
"I think I'll take you up on that offer." Dean smirked, wrapping his arm around Cas's waist and turning him into a kiss. He could feel Cas's lips turn up in a smile.
Cas jumped in shock as he heard the loud sounds of party horns. He turned forward to see all his family in conical party hats and party horns in their mouths. The older ones looked obviously unamused, but followed along with the act. Cas looked over the faces in the small crowd. He saw Lucifer and Gabriel, his cousins Anna and Balthazar, his uncle Uriel, and his second cousin Inias.
"I like the outfits." Cas chuckled.
The group responded with a muss of 'Dean made us do it.' and 'I did not sign up for this.'. Cas noticed the volume increasing on a music. He saw an old, beaten up iPod docked on a table playing classical music. Cas grew confused as he looked around and saw everything was obviously very cheap.
Apparently Gabriel knew what he was thinking. "We wanted to put our two cents in, but Dean-o here insisted he plan the whole thing."
"It probably would've been better, but I spent a bunch on your present." Dean said.
"That's fine. This is great." Cas smiled. "Really. I've never had a birthday party before."
"Never?" Dean scoffed. "Well happy first through seventeenth birthday."
"Thank you." Cas laughed.
"I got burgers to eat. They're from Antonio's place." Dean continued.
"Yum." Cas smiled.
"Pardon me for interrupting, but isn't that that place with the crap health rating?" Gabriel asked.
"So?" Cas replied.
"Where is Castiel and what have you done with him?" Lucifer laughed.
"I'm right here. And no one has done anything to me." Cas stated slowly, tilting his head in confusion.
"Figure of speech, Cassie." Lucifer chuckled. "Gabriel has a point though. Are these safe to eat?"
"I had some the other day and I'm still alive. They should be perfectly fine. Besides, Dean wouldn't take me someplace where I'd get salmonella. I hope." Cas said.
"No, Cas. I wouldn't." Dean nodded.
"Good." Cas responded.
"Shall we?" Dean gestured to the plates of paper-wrapped burgers on the wooden table.
They all sat down and took the burgers, applying condiments and toppings where wanted.
"So, got any fun stories about Cas?" Dean asked.
"Hells yeah!" Gabriel exclaimed.
"Oh God..." Cas muttered.
"Tell him the one about Mom's tampons!" Lucifer chided.
"No! Fuck no!" Cas exclaimed.
"If Cas doesn't want me to hear this, then I need to!" Dean laughed. "Cas doesn't get like this about anything."
"So when Castiel was two," Lucifer started.
"Shut up!" Cas snapped, putting a hand over Lucifer's mouth.
"You can't cover all of our mouth's, Cassie." Gabriel smirked. "Now let Luci continue."
"I'm just going to go hide in shame now." Cas retorted with a sigh, removing his hand from Lucifer's mouth.
"Thank you." Lucifer smiled. "So, as I was saying...when Cassie was three, he was full of imagination. He loved to play pretend. One day, he had seen a Discovery channel show about the ocean and he saw the divers. I guess he wanted to play ocean explorer or something because when we went outside, there he was in the pool. Now, I thought that we'd gotten rid of our mom's, or as you would know her, Becky's things, but I guess we didn't. Cas was swimming around in the pool ass naked with two of her tampons shoved up his nose. He had his goggles on and a fake camera and was taking fake pictures of toy fish."
Cas's face was beet red and all the others were laughing their faces off.
"That really happened?" Dean scoffed.
Gabriel nodded as he tried to catch his breath. "Oh yes. It's still hilarious every time. Cas was such a doofus back then."
"I see he hasn't changed that much then." Dean laughed.
Cas glared at Dean.
"Oh, lighten up, Cas. We all have those embarrassing stories." Dean chuckled. "Or don't lighten up. You look so cute right now. All embarrassed and flustered."
Cas continued glowering at Dean, then broke out in a smile and pulled Dean into a kiss.
"Or you can do none of the above." Dean shrugged. "Not that I'm arguing."
"Um. Some of us are trying to eat here." Balthazar choked.
"Oh, can it. You can't play innocent when I saw you leave that bar with twelve girls. Was that orgy nice?" Anna sassed. "Now look who's embarrassed."
"Embarrassed?" Balthazar scoffed. "I'm proud. Who else here scored with twelve chicks at once?"
"Thirteen." Dean countered.
"We're here to party, boys, not have a testosterone fest." Uriel said.
"Aren't you funny?" Dean retorted.
"Uriel's the funniest in the family." Cas stated.
"I'd think Gabriel would be, but tell me a joke, Uriel." Dean mused.
"Fine. Why did the chicken cross the road?" Uriel asked.
"I don't know. Why?" Dean replied.
"He had no reason. He was a chicken and was aimlessly wandering about. Chickens do not have that level of thinking power." Uriel answered.
"Hate to break it to you, Chuckles, but I think Cas has better jokes than that." Dean laughed.
"You only say that because you're in love with the sod." Balthazar remarked.
"Quit calling me a sod!" Cas exclaimed. "How many times do I have to tell you I'm not a sod, nor am I sodding?"
"Now I don't speak British here, but doesn't sod mean obnoxious?" Dean asked.
"Yes." Cas nodded.
"Then, quit denying it, Cas." Dean laughed. "You are a sodding sod." Dean put on an English accent.
"Can you not insult me for one day, or is that too much to ask?" Cas scoffed.
"I am nice." Dena protested.
"Mhm, yeah. Sure you are." Cas rolled his eyes. "You just called me a sodding sod."
"That's like insulting you in a foreign language. That doesn't count." Dean argued.
"Of course it does!" Cas exclaimed.
"Look at you bloody fools, bickering like an old married couple." Balthazar cooed.
"Shut up, Balthazar." Dean and Cas snapped.
"Look at you two. One would think that one of you shoved a stick up the other's arse." Balthazar chuckled.
"Is that a sexual metaphor?" Cas asked.
"If it is, then we both know you're the one shoving the stick up Dean's ass." Gabriel retorted.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean choked.
"That maybe someone's a little submissive behind closed doors. Or open ones as I've heard." Gabriel smirked.
Dean was starting to flush pink.
"I'm right aren't I?" Gabriel smiled deviously.
"Shut up." Dean glared at Gabriel tensely.
"It's true isn't it?" Gabriel teased. "Isn't it, Dean?"
"Who told you this?" Dean demanded.
"You answer my question, I answer yours." Gabriel countered.
"You answer mine first, you douchebag." Dean snapped.
"Uh uh uh." Gabriel shook his head. "That's not the deal. You ever want to find out who's spreading rumors, then answer me."
"Fine." Dean threw his hands up in the air like he just don't care. "Cas is top. There. I said it, now who told you?!"
"Samuel Winchester." Gabriel stated.
"That cheeky bastard!" Dean groaned.
"So what's it like being all submissive?" Gabriel raised his eyebrows.
"Please. Continue." Balthazar rolled his eyes. "I'd love to hear more about my cousin's sex life."
"That's disgusting, Balthazar." Cas said.
"He was being sarcastic, Cas." Dean laughed. "I hope."
"Of course I was. Who except for Gabriel, you bloody pervert, would want to know about your and Cas's sex lives?" Balthazar scoffed.
"Is there someone in your family who isn't an asshole?" Dean asked.
"Inias is nice." Cas shrugged.
"Thank you." Inias replied quietly as the others protested, saying they were nice, too.
"How about we put our assholey ways aside and give Castiel some presents?" Anna suggested.
The general consensus came in a murmur of yes's.
"I'll take you back to your place and give mine to you there." Dean said.
"That's fine. I'm sure yours is extra special." Cas leaned over and pressed a kiss to Dean's lips.
"Oh it is. Trust me." Dean grinned.
"This is from Balthazar and I." Anna pushed a rectangular box across the table.
Cas removed the wrapping and everyone except Dean looked at it like a twenty dollar gift. Dean on the other hand, was practically drooling over the PS4 in Cas's hands.
"Thank you." Cas smiled.
"Thank you?" Dean scoffed. "God damn! I need to be friends with your family. A cheap gift is the newest gaming system?"
Cas laughed. "Maybe you'll just have to teach me how to use it."
"Balthazar insisted that you needed to get your cool game up, so he picked it out. There's also some games available for you to pick up at the store. Make sure you have trunk space." Anna said.
Dean choked on his drink.
"You okay there, Dean?" Cas asked, hitting Dean hard on the back.
Dean coughed once more before nodding. He cleared his throat. "Yeah. Thanks for that." Dean cringed as he still felt the burn from the soda.
"Try not to choke everytime I get a gift, Dean. A dead boyfriend is not on my ways to have a happy birthday." Cas mused.
"Okay. I'll try." Dean chuckled.
"This is from Luci and I." Gabriel passed an obviously wrapped mug.
Cas removed the sloppy Christmas wrapping and shot his brothers a Sam-like bitchface.
"We made it ourselves." Gabriel smiled.
"I find it surprising Lucifer would agree to this." Cas mused. "Normally he's so professional."
"I can have a little fun occasionally. Sue me." Lucifer retorted.
"That'd be foolish. I'd be suing myself practically." Cas stated as he passed Dean the mug.
Dean looked at the mug. It was white with 'ur a dipshit' written on it in fancy calligraphy. "Your family, dude."
"I agree with your implied point." Cas sighed.
"Hopefully, my present does justice." Inias said sheepishly. "I'm not basking in money like all of you are."
"I'm sure it's just fine." Cas smiled reassuringly at him and took the box. He tore off the wrapping paper and observed it.
"Oh cool!" Dean exclaimed. "A waffle iron!"
"Dean had mentioned you were getting tired of omelettes, so I thought you'd like a do it yourself alternative." Inias muttered.
"Well, I'll have Dean teach-"
"I don't know how to use those things. We're poor, remember?" Dean snorted.
"Well, Dean will learn and then he will teach me." Cas corrected.
"Psh." Dean retorted. "You the boss of me?"
Cas looked Dean dead in the eyes. "Yes."
"Sheesh. You guys are like a middle-aged married couple." Gabriel laughed.
"Shut up." Dean laughed. "At least I'm not on his case about cleaning his room."
"Of course not. I'm on yours. Have you even taken a care to organization. What if y..." Cas started.
"Here we go again..." Dean sighed.
"Ugh." Balthazar groaned. "I can never clean my room. Can someone shut him up?"
"You're welcome." Dean retorted as he grabbed Cas's tie and pulled him into a kiss. "Shut up, Cas.'
Cas nodded and Dean let go of his tie. "Good."
"That was easier than it looked. I should try that sometime." Balthazar mused.
"We're not in the south Balthazar. You should not. Even if we were in the south, I would not hesitate to beat your ass. No kissing of the cousins will occur here. At least not that involve me. You and Gabriel can make out all you'd like, but Dean's lips are the only one getting in mine." Cas stated.
Dean burst out laughing. "How do you guys have family reunions?"
"We don't just for this reason. Do you realize how much bickering has occurred just in the few hours we've been together here? This was a good time for our family." Cas said.
"Throw in Michael and I'm sure it's Hell." Dean retorted.
"It really is. Especially since the last business deal he had with Anna fell through. We lost a few million, but not to Anna. She lost her share to. It was just a failed investment, but he's holding a huge grudge. Foolish, really." Cas explained.
"Daft sod." Dean muttered in an English accent towards Balthazar.
"Real cute, darling." Balthazar remarked. "Just adorable."
Dean flashed an innocent smile at him before turning back to Cas.
Dean parked outside the mansion and picked all Cas's gifts from the backseat. He stumbled up to the front door, and groaned as Cas opened it.
"Not today, big boy." Dean smiled bitterly at Michael as they entered.
"Don't think you can just march into my home and do whatever you please." Michael scowled.
"I'm helping Cas carry boxes upstairs. Tell me again how I am completely ruining your life." Dean replied.
"Escort him to his room and then leave." Michael ordered.
"Don't think I will." Dean shrugged. "Sorry."
"This is my home and I can kick you out." Michael growled.
"Well, it's also Cas, Gabriel, and occasionally Lucifer's home. And they welcome me with open, slightly chubby arms." Dean smiled smugly. "So if you want Cas to paint your face red again, then go ahead and try to kick me out."
"There's no need for violence, Dean. I can give you any money you want. I can do anything for you. Just leave my brother alone." Michael backed off slightly, licking the healing stitches inside his lip.
"Fine." Dean grinned, Cas jumping in shock. "I want something from you."
"What?" Cas breathed behind him.
"What is you want? I can do anything for you." Michael's lips turned up slightly.
"It's not money or anything. I just need you to do something for me. It'd help me out a lot." Dean said.
"That's fine. What is it?" Michael asked.
Cas was growing worried behind Dean, face strewn with shock and confusion. "Dean, no..."
"Well, it's something many people probably ask for..." Dean chuckled.
"Get on with it." Michael snapped.
"Sheesh fine." Dean retorted. "I want you to shut the fuck up."
Dean turned his back and walked up the stairs, Cas stifling laughter behind him.
"You didn't seriously think I'd let Michael pay me off?" Dean scoffed.
"In my defense you sounded very convincing..." Cas muttered.
"Well yeah, obviously I had to be. Did you see how excited he was, how he was holding back that huge smile? That was priceless!" Dean exclaimed.
"That was." Cas opened his door and took one of the boxes Dean was holding. They set them over by Cas's bed and were having a casual conversation when Cas perked his head up.
"Did you hear something?" Cas asked.
"I don't know." Dean shrugged. "Did you?"
"There it is again." Cas said, popped his head off the floor where they were sitting and looked over the edge of his bed at the edge of the room.
"Really? Where's it coming from?" Dean replied.
"Over there." Cas breathed confused as he crawled to the other side of the room, Dean following beside him. Cas stopped and listened again. "It's coming from that cardboard box."
Cas quickly crawled over to it and looked in it, letting out a large, 'awwwwww'.
"How'd that get there?" Dean asked with a smile.
"Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU!" Cas exclaimed as he pulled the grey Siberian kitten from the box. "I should name it Dean."
"Fuck no, Cas. You are not naming your kitten after me." Dean retorted.
"You got it for me. Why not?" Cas pouted.
"Biggest thing is that it's a girl." Dean laughed.
Cas held up the kitten. "Oh. I'll name it Dena then."
"No, Cas. Not Dena. Nothing Dean-like." Dean watched as Cas played with the kitten's ears.
"Why. Not." Cas frowned.
"Kittens are all cute and scruffy and cuddly and I'm-" Dean started.
"Cute and scruffy and cuddly." Cas smiled.
"I'm flattered, Cas, really, but no." Dean chuckled. "Name it something else."
"It's my cat and I can name it whatever the hell I want." Cas protested.
"Cas, I love you, but just don't name your cat after me." Dean leaned in and kissed him.
"Fine. Only because you kissed nicely." Cas sighed.
"You mean asked?" Dean replied.
"No I meant kissed. I mean, have you kissed yourself? You're a prodigy." Cas stated.
"No, Cas. I don't think I have. Is that possible?" Dean chortled.
"Oh. You're right." Cas lied down and put the cat on his chest, watching as it sat down and licked it's paw. "Aw. Isn't it so cuuuuute?"
"I bet you're going to love that thing more than me now." Dean retorted. "What did I start?"
"Nonsense. I'm always going to love you the most." Cas smiled.
"So you thought of a name for that fluffball yet?" Dean grabbed a pillow and put it at the foot of the bed. He laid on his stomach and rested his face on the pillow. "This pillow smells funny."
"Oh." Cas laughed awkwardly. "Yeah. It has a tendency to do that."
"Well, okay then." Dean chuckled.
"So kitten names..." Cas mused.
"When you say it like that, it sounds like we're having a kid together and we're choosing the name." Dean snorted.
"You'd be the pregnant one." Cas replied
"I cry bullshit!" Dean exclaimed. "You totally would! You have the whole pissy, yet devoted father, well mother, vibe going for you."
"I could so imagine you with morning sickness and nausea and me having to put a wet towel on your forehead and rub your stomach, feel the baby kicking..." Cas breathed.
"Let's pretend this conversation never happened. I think I'm about to barf." Dean choked.
"Would you like a bucket?" Cas asked concerned.
"No. I'd just not like to have to envision me as a pregnant woman. Carrying your baby." Dean laughed.
"No one said you had to, Dean." Cas said.
"Well it kind of goes along with having a conversation." Dean smiled.
"I don't envision things when I have conversations." Cas stated.
Dean leaned over the bed and hovered his face above Cas's, smirked and then began speaking in a rough, low voice. "So you're telling me that if I were to describe in extremely vivid detail the sex we are going to have, that you wouldn't get a single image in your head?"
"We're having sex?" Cas asked.
"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I only gave you one birthday present?" Dean laughed.
"A very bad one. It's a good thing you know just what a guy wants." Cas grinned, leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to Dean's cheek. "But that's for later." Cas smiled. "We have a cat to name."
"See? You're already putting the cat before sex." Dean rolled his eyes.
"It's not that." Cas retorted.
"Really? You sure about that?" Dean smirked. "Becuase if it's not, then what is it?"
"I guess you could say that I'm starting to like," Cas held the Siberian in the air by Dean's face. "Pussy than more than you."
Dean burst out laughing. "That hurt, Cas. That hurt deep."
"Good. Now help me name this cute, wittle, kitty." Cas cooed.
"Did I just hear you use something that wasn't in the English dictionary?" Dean scoffed. "I need to buy you cats more often."
"I recommend you don't, Dean. One will be hard enough to hide from Michael." Cas said.
"Whatever." Dean chuckled. "And it's your cat. You name it. Just not Dean."
"Fine. How about..." Cas paused for a moment. "Misty?"
Dean smiled at the cat. "Misty."
"You approve of that name?" Cas asked.
"Absolutely. Anything but Dean." Dean laughed.
"You know, this is just the breed of cat I had my sights set on." Cas said.
"Really? What breed is she?"
"She's a Siberian. How'd you not know what she was if you bought her?" Cas answered.
"I just told the lady I wanted a cat with papers, pure bred, and energetic and playful." Dean shrugged. "I also might have mentioned that I wanted it to be cute and snuggly and large eyes."
"Well, she knew just what you were asking for. And you knew just what I wanted." Cas grinned as he sat up and climbed on the bed next to Dean, cat in arms.
"Can you believe that boy?" Michael scoffed as Lucifer entered the house.
"Bet a million bucks you're talking about Dean Winchester again, aren't you?" Lucifer sighed.
"Well of course I am! He's problematic! He needs to be stopped!" Michael exclaimed.
"Dean isn't hurting anyone, Michael. Name one thing. One thing that he has done to personally hurt you." Lucifer crossed his arms.
"He's hurting this family's reputation." Michael snapped.
"I'm not seeing any damage around here. Hell, I don't think anyone gives a shit about Dean. You should drop it." Lucifer growled.
"I'm doing quite the contrary. Once it hits the six month line, May 15th, action will be taken." Michael stated.
"No, Michael!" Lucifer yelled. "You don't have the right!"
"I have the right. I have the money. I have the power. I will do whatever I please with this family. And if circumstances call for it, we will do anything necessary." Michael replied.
"You can't do that though. To Gabriel, to me, to Castiel, hell even to Dean. We haven't done anything wrong. Can't you work out your little pissing match with a boxing bag in a gym?" Lucifer retorted.
"Again, Lucifer. I can do what I please. And I'm doing this all to hurt Dean. He barges in on our life, says he's welcome in our home, dates Castiel and expects to get away easy?"
"Can't you just let it slide. This one time?" Lucifer pleaded.
"Then the second Dean dumps him, Castiel will find another poor imbecile to fall in 'love' with and we'll have to let him slide, too." Michael sneered.
"It's not like that." Lucifer said.
"Really? Then tell me, Lucifer, what is it like?" Michael glared at his brother.
"Cas isn't going to find another person like Dean, not in the slums, not in the top 1%. Nowhere. They love each other, and you can't find that in just anyone, Michael."
"You're being foolish to think that Dean is actually interested in Castiel." Michael said Cas's name in utter disgust.
"He is. He loves him and I know it." Lucifer hissed.
"Nonsense. No one could ever love Castiel. Look at him." Michael scowled.
"How can you say that, Michael?!" Lucifer scoffed. "He's our brother. I don't understand why you hate him, but Gabriel, myself, and the rest of this God damned family love Castiel and really like Dean...most of the time. So as far as I'm concerned, Dean is welcome into this house, into any house we own, because if he makes Castiel happy, then don't we want him around? You remember what happened last year. Castiel almost died."
"And that was such a bad thing? It's just a shame he didn't." Michael retorted.
"You disgust me! You are a sick, heartless bastard! He is just a kid. He doesn't deserve the kind of shit you give him everyday. Not just about Dean, but about anything. So in the words of Balthazar, sod off." Lucifer barked as he marched up the stairs, flipping Michael off behind him.
"Twenty-six days and this will all be over." Michael muttered as he ground his teeth and went to his office.
Dean winced awkwardly for a few moments before sneezing. After a few more moments, he sneezed four more times.
"Dean, what's wrong?" Cas asked.
Dean sneezed again before answering. "Nothing. It's just-"
"Just what, Dean?"
"Nothing. It's nothing." Dean shook his head and sneezed a few more times.
"You're allergic to cats aren't you, Dean?" Cas sighed.
"No. Maybe a little." Dean replied.
"Dean..." Cas drawled.
"And there's no refunds on the cat either. So don't think about it." Dean said.
"Why the hell did you buy a cat if you're allergic?!" Cas scoffed.
"Becuase you like cats." Dean stated.
"You're such an idiot, Dean." Cas scowled. "Go put a warm rag over your nose. I'll go check for antihistamines." Cas sighed.
"Antihisterectomywhat?" Dean replied.
"Antihistamines. They help take down inflammation of the nose. Many people use them for allergies." Cas clarified.
Dean walked into the bathroom and laughed. "Castiel Novak! Get in here!"
Cas walked into the bathroom. "Did you hurt yourself?"
"I knew that pillow was familiar!" Dean exclaimed, holding a small metal canister in his hand. "At least I know where my cologne went."
"Yeah...um..." Cas muttered.
"Why in the hell did you jack my cologne? And more importantly, why in the hell were you spraying your pillow with it?" Dean leaned back against the counter.
"Um...no reason." Cas stammered. "I love you?"
"Answer the question, Cas." Dean chuckled. "And I love you, too, but that's not getting you out of this one."
"Heh..." Cas rubbed the back of his neck.
"It's not difficult, Castiel." Dean smiled.
"What if you break up with me though?" Cas fretted.
"Of course I am, duh." Dean rolled his eyes. "I'm totally going to dump the guy I love on his birthday because he jacked my cologne and sprayed his pillow with it. And you say I'm an idiot."
"Well you are." Cas stated.
"Then, you really are, Chuckles." Dean retorted. "Now quit stalling and explain this."
"You swear you're not going to dump me, right?" Cas said sheepishly.
"My God, Cas. No. I am not." Dean laughed.
"Well, I miss you." Cas muttered.
"What?" Dean replied.
"I miss you. That's why." Cas stammered.
"How could you miss me, Cas?" Dean asked. "I'm always around."
"Not at nighttime." Cas countered. "I got used to sleeping by you, so when you rudely kick me out of your house, I have to sleep in my room. Your smell comforts me, I guess...so I sleep easier pretending you're my pillow."
"I'm not sure if I should be disturbed or flattered." Dean smiled.
"I'd prefer the latter." Cas mumbled.
"I think I'll be a little bit of both." Dean smirked, pulling Cas into a hug, then kissing his cheek. "Now go get me those antihisterectomy things."
"Antihistamines, Dean." Cas sighed.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Dean retorted. "And I'm taking my cologne back by the way."
A/N: GOOD GOD. IS IT REALLY 3:30. I'm back from Vegas and exhausted...and getting up in 6 hours. *groan* I really wanted to get this chapter up though. I had some writers block in the beginning, and got a little distracted, so that didn't help time-wise. I came home to 15 fucking emails, too. Thanks for reminding me about how forever alone I am on Valentine's Day, advertisers. So only a few chapters until hell freezes over. Which is probably going to be two chapters worth of writing. By that I mean, one more fluffy chapter, and then the last* chapter.
*There might be one last after this, but there's going to be some stuff that depends on things. Stuff and things, Laurie. Stuff and things. But I have the last one pretty well in stone, but once actually have it typed up, I'll see what you guys want. In the end, it's going to be up to you sexy people reading this, but we'll exorcise that demon when we get to it, right? :P Which will be pretty soon.