DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but a schedule that I wouldn't wish on anyone.

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Castiel was having a pleasant dream. This was surprising to him in multiple ways. First, angels didn't dream. Second, when the not-quite-an-angel-anymore did dream, his subconscious usually manifested itself in the form of nightmares. As a rule, Castiel didn't like dreaming.

This time, however, his brain had scrambled an almost coherent scene at a green place he recognized as a park.

"Have some more pie, Uriel!" Anna urged, shoving a piece across the picnic blanket. It was blueberry pie, and Castiel thought it was delicious. Uriel shrugged and helped himself to another pastry. Farther away, Raphael and Gabriel were tossing a Frisbee back and forth. Castiel laughed when Raph dived to catch the disk and wound up with a faceful of dirt. To laugh felt good, and so Castiel laughed some more. Anna joined in his laughter and somehow that made things even more funny. Casitel fell on his side laughing, gripping his belly and kicking his feet in amusement. That was when the singing started.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! You look like a monkey and you smell like one too!"

Castiel opened his eyes to see Sam and Dean Winchester grinning down at him. Well, Dean was grinning and Sam had a facial expession that Dean would refer to as a 'bitchface'.

"I'm pretty sure that's not how it goes, Dean." Sam huffed.

"Cas thinks its funny."

Castiel realized that he was still laughing slightly. He stopped.

"Why were you singing to me?"

The brothers shared a look.

"Because Dean here has arbitrarily picked today as your birthday."

Castiel frowned in confusion and sat up, legs dangling over the edge of the hotel cot.

"Because today is Thursday and you're the angel of Thursday." Sam said, fleshing out the explanation.

"Your timing is very accurate." Castiel commended.

Dean figured that was as close to a 'thank you' as he would get.

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Castiel was frowning again. He was thinking of the best way to phrase the uncomfortable truth he knew someone had to point out.

"I'm a little old to be going to a Chuck-E-Cheese, even by Heaven's standards." He said sulkily.

Dean protested, something about skeeball, but Sam sided with the not-quite-angel and so Castiel was spared the trauma of having to listen to an animatronic mouse the size of a man sing about whatever the hell animatronic mice sing about. Poor Ricky Stevens, the eleven year old boy inside the restaurant having his birthday party would not be so lucky.

"If not Chucky then where?"

Castiel fiddled with the ridiculous paper cone hat Dean had made him wear. It didn't help much that the other men were wearing hats too. AT least theirs didn't have pom-poms.

"England." He decided. "While on my search for - for God, I saw some places I thought I might have wanted to return to someday if they were still there..." Castiel trailed off, aware that he was losing that train of thought.

Dean looked stricken at the thought of flying an a transatlantic flight. Sam gave some reasonable explanations while Dean stammered in fear.

"In case you forgot, dead men don't fly coach. And you don't have any ID or anything so its not like you could get onto a plane either."

Castiel grinned. It still unnerved Dean when he did that. Without a word, he reached out and grabbed Sam and Dean's forearms. A moment later, they were gone.

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"Hey man, I'm sorry about earlier. This was the best idea you ever had." Dean slurred his way through an apology, cheeks pink with cold and inebriation.

Sam smiled as the world tilted and the streetlamps blurred into an array of falling stars. He didn't realize he was falling until Dean was standing him upright again. Cas giggled. He was still waring his party hat, but now it was at a strange angle and he was sure that it would slip off his head at any moment. They had tried to do the math; how many drinks to a normal person would have the same effect on Cas? Sam was the one who figured out the ratio to be somewhere around seven to one and the fallen angel was still nowhere as drunk as the Winchester brothers.

England, he had decided, was a wonderful place. All it took was one "Its my birthday today!" and seemingly everyone wanted to buy him a drink.

Cas looked up at a streetlamp and had the wonderful idea of climbing it. This was, in fact, far too easy and so he swung upside-down, holding on with his knees.

"Look, I'm a lightbulb!"

Dean and Sam found this so funny that they fell over themselves laughing.

"Oy! What're you boys up to?"

Dean was the one who figured out that the man addressing them was a cop. He stood, brushing himself off. Sam thought about it and reasoned that he was better off staying where he was, even if the sidewalk was a little chilly.

"I said, what are you boys doing? Not causing trouble I hope?"

The police officer had a flashlight and Dean decided that he didn't like the man shining it in his face.

"No sir, officer sir. We've just been out celebrating a friend's birthday."

Amazingly, the officer hadn't noticed Cas hanging upside-down from the lightpost. Cas reached down, fingers inching towards the man's hat.

"You're a bobby!" Sam blurted. Everyone turned to look at him. "We have a friend called Bobby but he's not a bobby, I mean cop. Heheh. He's awesome!"

The police officer turned from Sam to his apparently more sober brother.

"Been drinking?" He asked dryly.

Cas was millimeters away from the officer's hat. He stretched himself just a little bit more...

"Bobby sounds like booby!" Sam shouted, face pinched with happiness at his clever wordplay.

"You are one stupid drunk." Dean said.

The cop sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, not noticing the slight shift of weight on his head.

"Right then. Just try to stay out of trouble, eh?"

"Yes sir, officer sir."

"That's too many sirs, Dean! You're a stupid stupid!"

The cop gave Sam an odd look and walked off. These guys weren't worth any trouble.

Cas dropped down from his perch, landing in a tangled heap on the ground. In his hands was his hard earned treasure; the police man's hat. He placed it at a jaunty angle on his head.

"This is the best birthday ever!"

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A/N In case anyone is curious, I've decided that they were celebrating in Bristol.