"Hello."

He's smiling softly, looking a bit more relaxed than he had in his last video.

"Thank you for sharing that with us, Dean. I can tell that it is still a sensitive topic for you, and though it may not be my place, I am proud of you."

He stops, looking down with a shy smile on his face.

"In return, I would like to share with you one of my tattoos as well."

He hesitates for a moment before pulling at the neck of the t-shirt he is wearing, tugging aside the cloth to reveal a beautifully intricate cross with a rosary entwined around it inked onto the skin of his left shoulder.

His face has flushed a bright red, and his eyes refuse to meet the camera.

"My family was extremely religious," he says quietly by way of explanation. "I learned to read from a Bible and go to church every Sunday. And for a long time now, I have resented my parents for twisting the words of God to fit their own hate-filled beliefs. They preach about love and teach about faith, but all their beliefs are still rooted in hate."

He cracks a small, private smile at this.

"But despite how my family have treated me, my religion always has been and always will be extremely important to me. After moving in with my brother, I got this tattoo to help me remember that even if everybody else abandons me, God will always love me, and that has helped me keep going through some very dark times."

He looks down again, smiling shyly, but the effect is ruined when the door behind him suddenly opens and an older male pops his head into the room, looking at Castiel.

"Have you asked him about his stalkerish tendencies yet, Cassie?" asks the man, speaking around a lollipop.

Castiel's head pops up and he looks at the man with an absolutely mortified expression.

"Gabe!" he yelps, "Get out!"

A mischievous smile makes its way onto "Gabe's" face, and instead of doing as his brother requested, he enters the room and, without much ado, wrestles his younger brother to the floor, pinning him there with his knees.

Ignoring Castiel's complaints about how much "this fucking hurts, Gabe, get the fuck off of me!", Gabriel smiles up at the camera, saying, "So Dean. Love this little exchange you're having with my baby brother. Absolutely fascinating. But you think maybe you could wrap up all this depressing shit and start telling us about how you paid a genius computer hacker millions of dollars just to hack into my baby brother's YouTube account to find out his name? 'Cause I'd much rather hear about that. It'd be a hell of a lot more interesting. Seriously.

"Hurry up and reply soon, hm?"

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daisycupcake811: Hahahahaha XD I love you Gabe!

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Sylvii M: Now I feel like getting a tattoo too…

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YaoiFangirl66439:Gabe is my new favourite person ever!

By the time Dean was finished watching Castiel's video response, he was crying tears of laughter.

The dude's older brother was freaking hilarious. Maybe he should take some notes, ask the guy advice about new ways to embarrass Sammy.

Once the humour had worn off though, Dean just sat back and stared for a moment.

He feared he was very much in danger of falling for AngelOfThursday, which was actually a really bad thing, considering the fact that they didn't really know anything about each other and he could live all the way across the country, for all Dean knew.

But how could he not fall for the guy?

For one, he was totally hot.

And for another, he'd just made a reference to one of Dean's favourite bands.

Dean was worried that if he kept talking to this guy, he'd dig himself deeper and deeper into a hole, and it would hurt that much more when Dean finally found some way to inadvertently mess things up and Castiel decided he didn't want anything more to do with him.

But hey, might as well enjoy it while it lasted, right?

And so Dean opened up a search engine, ready to start on a bit of research for his next video response, but before he could even type in his search term, his phone rang.

Groaning as he immediately fell out of his studying mindset, Dean dug around in the messy blankets on his bed to finding his still ringing phone.

When the caller ID showed it to be his brother calling, Dean's mood immediately lifted.

"Sammy!" he said into the receiver once he'd pressed talk. "What took you so long, dude?"

"Believe it or not, Dean, I do have a life," his brother replied, his bitchface obvious even over the phone. "Jess and I went out to eat with some friends."

Letting out a dramatic gasp, Dean asked in a mock hurt voice, "So you're telling me that your friends are more important than me? Your only brother? I'm hurt, Sammy. Truly I am."

There was an amused snort from Sam's side in reply and a muttered, "Drama queen."

Before Dean could decide between continuing with his dramatic act or chastising his brother, Jessica's sweet voice came on the line, cooing out, "Aww, is Sammy being mean my favourite big brother?"

Dean couldn't help but break out into a wide grin when he heard her. He loved Jessica to death and was glad that after years of having absolutely terrible taste in girls (he still shuddered every time he thought of Ruby, and just the memory of Amelia made him want to bitchslap the girl), Sam had finally found this angel.

Being an only child, Jessica had eagerly adopted Dean as the big brother she'd always wanted and the two enjoyed giving Sam hell whenever they got together.

Sniffling pathetically, Dean said in an overly whiny voice, "Make him stop being a big, fat meanie, Jessie!"

"Of course, honey," replied Jessica, and seemed about to say more when suddenly, she gasped out, "Hey!"

The next second, Sam was back on the phone, saying, "You know, I swear to God, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to steal my girlfriend or something, Dean."

"Yeah, ew Sammy. I could not think of Jessie in that way if I tried."

"I'd be worried if you could," was the reply. "Anyways, dude, what's up with the whole "Cas" thing?"

Groaning, Dean sat back and closed his eyes. "Dude, you're, like, the fiftieth person to ask me that today!"

"To be fair, it did sound extremely stalkerish. The guy doesn't even have his name on his channel. How the hell did you know it?"

Rolling his eyes, Dean replied, "It's not rocket science, Sammy. I swear, you've gotten dumber since I last talked to you. If you really want to know why, just wait until my next video is up."

The three of them talked for a long time after that.

Long enough that Dean didn't get around to finishing his video response until he got home from work the next day.

"Dude. I love you so much right now."

SkyGem: So I'm not very fond of how this chapter came out. It's kind of a little bit like a transition chapter but not really. I'm not really sure how to explain it. The next chapter will (hopefully) be better though. But please do leave a comment and let me know what you thought, alright? See y'all later!

P.S. To those who didn't see your usernames in this chap, don't worry. You'll see them eventually!