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All Gabe truly wanted to do at that very heart wrenching moment was to open the Tupperware and smash the mushroom and spinach lasagna all over Sam Winchester's Cro-Magnon face. Then he'd pour the champagne over his 70s porn star long hair. That would be followed by him karate kicking the Big Foot on the stomach causing him to fall like a giant tree. This would make it easy for Gabe to yank him by his Farah Fawcett hair and wipe the wood floors with him. Afterwards Gabe pictures himself pulling out each hair strand from the young Winchester's head.
Zar waving his hand in front of Gabriel's face brought him out of his daydream. "Why are you paying me a visit, darling?"
Gabriel handed Samuel the heaviest bag which covered a plethora of sex toys and treats he'd purchased earlier that day. Sam winced as the air was knocked out of him. "This is a gift from Cassie. He wanted to show his appreciation for all you did in getting him hired." Gabe extended the small brown paper bag offering it to the Brit. "I prepared a spinach and mushroom lasagna, lobster salad and crème brulee in appreciation for the catering position."
"That's bloody sweet of you, Gabriel. I insist you must stay a while and join us for dinner."
Gabriel would hurl if he stayed a moment longer in the presence of the two men. He wanted to curl up in bed and die. Gabe bit his lower lip hard before speaking. "You know me…there's a club waiting for my fabulous presence tonight! Enjoy the meal, gentlemen."
He turned around and was about to open the door, when Sam stopped him. "Gabriel, please don't tell anyone you saw me here this evening. We're keeping things under wraps until the show hopefully takes off. I don't want people to think Zar is financing the show because of his relationship with me."
"Dean doesn't know either?"
Sam shook his head. Zar slid an arm around Sam's tapered waist. "He's being ridiculous. I don't give a fuck what people say. I'm sick of hanging out in my apartment. I want to show my modern day Achilles to everyone."
Sam chuckled and turned beet red. Gabriel wondered if it would be a terrible thing if he were to throw up deliberately over Sam's bare feet. He gave his two friends a fake smile and mimicked with his fingers that his lips were sealed. "Good evening, boys. Eat before the food gets cold."
"Thanks, Gabriel…for everything," Samuel stated.
On his way to his and Castiel's spacious flat, Gabriel sang:
Nobody loves me anymore,
Nobody needs me anymore,
As I look on down below,
I see the couples come and go.
They make me think back to the time,
When all my life was well and fine,
And I gaze on down the street,
See the young hearts come and meet.
From my window of my flat,
You know I dream of my loving past.
But now there's nothing I can do,
I just sit and wait for you,
My next lover...
But being lonely ain't that bad,
I can meet friends, have a laugh,
I can do what I wanna do,
With no commitments to be abused.
Then the penny starts to drop,
You realize that you're on top,
When your hair is feeling free,
Lonely times won't bother me.
Well from my window of my flat,
You know I dream of my loving past.
But now there's nothing I can do,
I just sit and wait for you,
My next lover...
From my window of my flat,
You know I dream of my loving past.
But now there's nothing I can do,
I just sit and wait for you,
My next lover...
My next lover...
My next lover...
My next lover...
Oh my next lover...
A big fat tear slid down Gabriel's cheek as he unlocked the front door. Castiel was watching Breakfast at Tiffany's his guilty pleasure since he was little on the 50" Sony LCD TV. He paused the film during the scene in which Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard are stealing Halloween masks from a Five & Dime. "Gabriel what happened? I thought you were going to stay at mystery man's place."
The only response he received was the harsh slamming of his cousin's bedroom door. Cas turned off the movie and fetched one of Gabe's favorite things. He rapped his knuckles twice against the closed door before opening it. Gabriel laid down in a fetal position in the middle of his queen size canopied bed. Castiel placed Lola, the sock monkey, who wore red lipstick, mauve pumps, a matching lace dress and pearls on Gabriel's hands. The whimpering man clutched tight to the doll.
"What happened?" Castiel ran his long fingers through his cousin's soft honey colored hair. "Gabe, please talk to me."
"It was the most embarrassing thing," Gabriel hiccupped, "His boyfriend was there with him. It was obvious what they were in the middle of when I got there." Gabe hiccupped again.
"Sweetheart, I'm so freaking sorry." Castiel lay down next to his cousin, who is the closest thing he has to a brother and turned him around to hug him properly. Gabriel blew his nose with the collar of Castiel's old Led Zeppelin shirt. Cas winced as his eyes landed on the long line of snot adorning one of his favorite t-shirts. "Sorry," Gabe whispered as he wrapped his hands around his cousin.
"It's his loss. You're quite the catch and there is someone else out there, who will be the love of your life. Just wait and see cuz." Castiel kissed the top of Gabriel's head. He sang "Moon River" to Gabe. After the song was over, Gabriel was already asleep. Castiel remained another ten minutes keeping vigil over his heart broken cousin.
The following morning, Castiel woke up to Gabriel bellowing at him. "Cassie, it's that time of the month! I need some Midol, chamomile tea overdosed in honey and a hot water bottle…the red and black plaid one! Don't bring the ugly plain yellow one!"
Castiel ran a hand over his unruly dark hair. He sighed and prayed for God to grant him serenity for the next couple of days. Cas pulled a black t-shirt over his head and yanked on a pair of faded grey sweat pants. He headed to the kitchen and boiled water in a kettle. Since he had time to kill and wanted Gabe to return to his perky annoying usual self, Castiel prepared French toast and a fruit salad. The kettle hissed three minutes later; so Cas removed it from the stove.
"Cassie, hurry! I'm cramping up really bad!" Castiel rolled his eyes. Fifteen minutes later, Cas kicked Gabe's bedroom door open. He carried a tray covered with the delicious breakfast he prepared for the two of them. Gabriel sat in the center of the mattress and patted the left side. "The French toast smells divine! You're the best, cuz!"
"You sound better. Should I take the Midol and water bottle away?" He smiled as he propped the tray over Gabe's lap.
"Don't you dare! I still have terrible cramps. I'll wash the Midol down with the tea after I eat."
The two of them ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Gabriel scarfed down three pieces of French toast and slathered his portion of the fruit salad with whip cream. Castiel's stomach hurt just by watching his cousin inhale all the food within minutes. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Gabe swallowed a slice of kiwi and strawberry. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a linen napkin. "Thanks for this delish breakfast, Cassie! I've decided not to dwell on that heart breaker and his cave man boy toy." He shrugged his shoulders. "Mystery man had no idea I had the hots for him anyways. There's plenty of fish in the sea. I'll find my very own George Peppard, when I least expect it."
Castiel rubbed his hands across Gabriel's arms. "That's my boy! The two of you weren't meant to be." A frown adorned his face for a few seconds. His eyes widened. "Wait a minute…cave man boy toy?!" Castiel's mouth remained wide open. Gabriel tilted it closed. "Your crush is Zar and he's dating Sam Winchester?!"
Gabriel's right index landed over his cousin's mouth. "Please, Cassie don't tell a soul. I promised that my lips were sealed. Look at me not even a day has passed and I already blabbed it out to you."
"You share everything with me except for your mystery man's true identity. I was going to find out eventually. So Losechester doesn't know his baby brother is knocking boots with Zar?" Gabe nodded. Castiel stroked his cleft chin. "Interesting"
"Cas, don't you dare tell Dean. I know you hate the man but I gave my word to Sam and Balthazar. They'll come out when they're ready. Please do this for me." Gabriel pouted and gave him sad puppy eyes.
"Ugh alright! But I would have loved to have been the one to spill the beans to his smug ass. I bet Dean would go ballistic making the Incredible Hulk look like My Little Pony." Castiel handed Gabe two Midol pills along with the mug of tea. He removed the tray and vacated the bedroom. Cas left Gabriel lying on the bed with the water bottle pressed against his lower abdomen.
Two hours later, Castiel was going over the script for the pilot. He counted the number of scenes he would share with Dean, the man whore. There was a total of three. The longest being the last one that ended the episode. "Dress up for gym…Gabe your fabulous personal trainer is back, beyotch!"
"Gabe, can't we go tomorrow morning?" Castiel plopped the script next to him on the couch.
"By the way, I'm throwing a Mayan Apocalypse Party on the 21st."
"What…that's three days away! How many people do you plan on inviting?" Castiel stood up and walked to his bedroom.
"Just a few of our closest friends and colleagues. I already ordered a divine Mayan princess costume."
"I refuse to be in costume," Castiel mumbled as he changed into his gym clothes.
"You're such a buzz kill. Leave everything to me," Gabe rubbed his hands together.
"Now whip it!" Gabriel sang loudly as he whipped an imaginary whip against his cousin, who exercised on an Ab Coaster. Castiel glared at the drama queen. "Into shape…shape it up…get straight!" Gabe chuckled at the last lyrics. "Go forward…move ahead."
An out of breath Cas whispered, "Gabe, shut the hell up." His cousin ignored him and continued singing, "Try to detect it's not too late…to whip it-whip it good!" Gabriel clapped his hands once. Two twenty something females, who were on neighboring treadmills whistled and applauded.
"Don't encourage him please," Castiel told the women, who blushed.
An hour later, a dead tired Cas walked bow legged from the gym. Gabe was a drill sergeant today. Castiel was so fucking tired; he didn't shower at the gym. He'd do so when they arrived home. "Here, let me drive. You're such a girly man. I'll cook dinner tonight. How about lobster mac and cheese?"
"Sound wonderful" Cas handed his cousin the keys to the jeep.
A fuming Dean cooked chili with the recipe his dad's cousin Bobby handed down to him and Sam. He hadn't seen or heard from his gargantuan brother since the rehearsal from hell. Dean wanted to share the amazing news that he'd gotten the gig after all with Samantha but the bitch turned her phone off last evening. Dean took Adam to Stone Cold to celebrate instead. The kid was more excited than Dean.
The Erick guy, who was going to play Magnus called to congratulate him this morning. The Swede also received a call last night from Barbara. An enthusiastic Erick spoke with Dean for almost five minutes and then told him he needed to call Castiel to congratulate him, also. That left Dean with a bitter taste in his mouth. He would have to work with Crapstiel on a daily basis for four consecutive months. If the show got renewed for a second season then there would be more episodes. The network was going to test the waters with an eight episode-first season.
Dean tasted the chili and was satisfied with its spicy flavor. The front door opened revealing Samantha. "Where the fuck have you been? I tried calling you last night to share the great news and your phone was off!" Dean tossed a kitchen towel over the counter.
"I spent the night over at Chuck's. We wanted to celebrate the show so we went to a pub and got hammered. Since it was close to his crib I slept over." Sam inhaled deeply. He hated lying to his big brother. "I already know you got the role. Congrats, man!" Samuel smiled genuinely at his brother.
"How do you know?" Dean crossed his arms and stared at his brother.
"Hello, Dean. Chuck and I are writing the show. Zar called to inform us that three of you were in." Sam rolled his eyes.
"You missed Adam's Little League Championship game. They won by the way. Kid batted a double and got an RBI. He missed having you there." Dean scowled at Sam before returning to the kitchen.
"Shit, I forgot, man…I swear. I'll make it up to him. I'll take him to Disney next weekend. Is he here?"
"The team's having a pizza party at Chucky Cheese." Dean started serving himself a bowl of chili. "You hungry?"
"Actually I'm starving…thanks." The two brothers sat in amicable silence in the small kitchen table. "This is damn good chili, dude. Bobby would be proud." Sam dunked a chunk of French bread inside his bowl. Dean continued eating his meal in silence.
The doorbell to Gabriel and Cas' flat rang. Gabe who wore a vinyl/feathery headpiece, turquoise skirt with a crimson embroidered corset with an attached apron drop opened the door. Gold arm cuffs and a necklace were the pieces of jewelry he donned. A cream colored cape cascaded down his shoulders. "Wow what a beautiful hostess!" Zar exclaimed. He offered Gabriel a bottle of vintage Chardonnay and a box of Godiva chocolates. "I know you have quite the sweet tooth; might as well go with a bang!"
"Thanks," Gabe stated. He felt himself blushing but it wasn't as bad as it used to be whenever he was in the cocky Brit's presence. He was trying his best to get over his soon to be boss. Chuck accompanied Zar. He said hi to Gabe and handed him a gift card to Barnes and Noble. "So you can buy the romance novels you like reading."
"That's so sweet, Chucky. I'll get to use it if we survive tonight. According to my ancestors…tonight the Apocalypse will burn us to a crisp."
"Maybe if we sacrifice a beautiful virginal princess to appease the Gods; we'll be saved." Chuck said.
"Good luck finding a virgin amongst this bunch," Dean said as both he and Sam entered the flat. Samuel practically had to drag Dean kicking and screaming to the party. Dean wasn't thrilled about spending time under the same roof with Castiel and at the bug eyed bastard's home!
Zar and Sam made eye contact while Dean made fun of Gabriel's headpiece. "Dude, you look ridiculous. Did you have to kill Woody Woodpecker to make that thing?"
"What is that creature doing here?" Castiel inquired as he approached the group. His eyes shot daggers at Dean.
"Believe me Crapstiel; this is the last place I want to be."
"Guys, please let's all have a good time tonight. If Princess Gabriela's ancestors had it right then tonight will be our last night on Earth." Sam stood between the two enemies.
Castiel rolled his eyes and was about to join other people, when a group of three entered the flat. "Happy Mayan Apocalypse everyone!" Erick bellowed. "My king has arrived!" Gabe yelled. He hugged Erick and his girlfriend, Lauren. She wore a costume identical to Gabriel's. When he called the couple to invite them over, they agreed to dress up, as well.
"Oh sorry…everyone this is my twin brother, Jax. Jax this is everyone." Erick went on to introduce his twin to the group. After the introductions were made, Zar informed Dean and Castiel that Jax was going to be the fight coordinator for the show. "He has a black belt in Jeet Kune Do."
"Impressive," Cas said. His eyes raked across Jax's whole physique. His hair was closer to brown than blond and his eyes were grey as opposed to Erick's icy blue orbs. Erick's muscular build was lighter than Jax's. He so wasn't going to mind training with the hot guy. Castiel's electric blue eyes landed on Dean and he noticed the giant scowl on the Winchester's face. Cas smirked at him. "Jax let me show you around."
Ten minutes later, all the seventy five guests gathered around a small space designated for Jo, who volunteered to be the DJ for the Apocalypse festivities. She and Castiel remained friends after Boy Robot was over. Her mother, Ellen had been the boys' agent and was still Dean's. Gabriel stood next to her and grabbed the microphone. "What's up everybody?! We're going to have a kick ass End of the World bash. Who cares if we're going to become fried shish kabobs as long as we party like rock stars?"
All of Cas and Gabe's friends cheered. He whispered something in Jo's ears. She rolled her eyes as soon as she heard his first request. Five seconds later the B-52's Rock Lobster started playing. Gabriel grabbed the microphone. "Y'all better start dancing or I'll chant an evil Mayan spell on your asses!"
He grabbed Castiel and started moving his body. Gabe resembled someone, who'd stuck their finger in an electric socket. Soon all the guests started dancing, too. Since everyone was pairing up with random people, no one noticed that Sam and Zar were dancing a little too close together. Dean rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe he was dancing to such a lame ass song. He shouldn't complain. Dean's current dance partner was the hot redhead, who flirted with Crapstiel at the gym. Gabriel had introduced them before hogging the microphone.
Fortunately, the guests were allowed to request songs from Jo. Someone requested Led Zeppelin's Kashmir, which happened to be one of Dean's all-time favorite songs. His eyes scanned around the crowded room and landed on Sammy, who raised his Heineken bottle towards him. Dean nodded and continued dancing with Anna. He closed his hazel eyes and allowed the music to take control of his body. He mouthed the lyrics he knew by heart.
When Anna pressed her petite figure closer to his, Dean opened his eyes. He sipped from his beer bottle and looked across the room. Castiel stood outside on the terrace talking with Jax, who was in the middle of telling him an animated story. He waved his long/muscular arms around like a crazed windmill causing Castiel to throw his head back and laugh heartily. Dean gulped hard. It had been a decade since he saw/heard Cas truly laugh. All of a sudden, Castiel felt someone's eyes on him. His gaze crashed with Dean's. He narrowed his eyes at the bastard and turned his back on him. Dean chuckled and plastered his body closer to Anna's.
When the clock struck midnight everyone cheered madly. "We're alive! The world didn't end!" Zar exclaimed. Everyone embraced for having survived the supposed Mayan Apocalypse. Dean's fucking traitorous eyes landed on Castiel once again. He still remained by Jax's side. His eyes ran hungrily across the dark haired man's form. The tight navy button down Cas wore clung to his muscular torso and made the fucker's eyes brighter. Cas had his hair cut since the last time he saw him. Dean licked his lips. Fuck Castiel caught him staring at him again! Dean felt like a freaking stalker. He just couldn't help it. His eyes continued searching for Crapstiel on their own accord. He finished his fourth beer of the night and headed towards the bedrooms. That part of the flat was isolated since all of the party guests were either in the living room, kitchen or terrace.
Dean opened the first bedroom door and instantly turned on the lights. Yuck this is so Gabriela's bedroom! Lavender tulips and butterflies adorned the wallpaper and the bed looked like something Queen Elizabeth I would sleep in. Dean turned off the lights and rocketed out of the teenage girl's room. His feet led him to a bedroom at the end of the hall. He made sure the coast was clear as he opened the door.
When he turned on the lights, he automatically knew this was Crapstiel's bedroom. The walls were painted sky blue and the only framed poster which adorned one of the walls was one of Audrey Hepburn as Holly Golightly. Ever since he was a rug rat, Castiel worshipped the actress. Crapstiel most likely took up all of his charity work after Hepburn, who was known for all of her humanitarian work. When Angelina Jolie was in diapers Audrey Hepburn was already visiting third world countries helping children.
Dean walked towards the closet and opened it as quietly as possible. His eyes scanned the contents and landed on an old Kansas City Royals jersey that was tucked away in a corner. He grabbed and removed it from the hanger. He couldn't believe Cas kept this after all these years. Dean brought the shirt close to his face and inhaled its scent. It carried Castiel's unique fresh rain and blueberries scent. Dean closed his eyes and rubbed the cotton shirt against his cheek. He realized what he was doing and threw the jersey across the room. His eyes landed on a small mahogany bookcase. Crapstiel's Tony award stood proudly in the middle of the top shelf. Dean fisted his hands to the side. He ground his teeth. Dean felt like getting the award and smashing it against the wall. It would serve Crapstiel right! He controlled his rage and scurried out of the bedroom. Dean could no longer remain in the weasel's house. He didn't even search for Sam and left the flat.
Twenty Years Ago…
"Castiel, my little angel…you need to finish learning your lines for tomorrow's taping. Also, your French test is later this afternoon and you have vocal class right after," Rachel Milton told her eight year old son as she combed his unruly chocolate brown hair.
Once his hair was tamed, she excused herself. Rachel was going to negotiate her son's contract for the second season of Boy Robot. He was the star of the Disney Channel's most popular show at the moment. She would not allow for the oldest Winchester brat to have an equal salary as her angel. It was lunch time so Rachel left Castiel alone in the cafeteria. She told him he better have a side of vegetables and no sweets.
Castiel started reading a Batman comic book as soon as his overbearing mother left. Why couldn't she be like Mary Winchester? The lady was a loving mother but she kept herself behind the scenes. Both of her boys Dean, who was Cas' age and little Sammy, who had recently turned four appeared on the show, too. Castiel and Dean shared many scenes together but hardly spoke with each other during their down time. All of the child actors on the set were tutored by Ms. Missouri Moseley. Dean, Castiel, Balthazar, Jo and Bela took the same classes since they were all the same age. Castiel and Zar also shared vocal lessons and French class. The others weren't interested in taking additional classes. Little Sam would receive an hour of class which consisted of his learning his ABCs and 123s.
Right when Batman was going to finally confront the Joker for killing Robin, Castiel was distracted by someone sobbing. He put the comic away in between the pages of his script and noticed little Sammy crying. The kid sat by himself at a table by the cafeteria entrance. Cas' heart broke as he saw the little chubby slumped form.
He walked over to the four year old, who had a mushroom haircut. "Hey, Sammy…you ok?" Castiel sat adjacent to the dejected boy.
Sam wiped tears from his chubby cheeks with stubby fingers. "Dean's being mean again. I want to play and he says no cuz I'm a baby." He crossed his pudgy arms and frowned.
"Big brothers are like that. He probably doesn't want you to get hurt. The bigger kids play rough."
Sam looked up at him with wet big blue/green eyes. "I want to play!"
"Hey have you ever played Connect Four?" Castiel asked the four year old.
"No….what's that?" Sammy looked up expectantly at the older boy.
"Come on…I'll show you." He led the small boy over to his table. Cas retrieved the game from within its box. He explained the games simple rules to Sammy, who caught on quickly. The boy was extremely smart for his age. "Cool….you caught on fast! Now we can play." Castiel handed the red chips to Sammy.
He was unaware Dean Winchester had been standing outside of the cafeteria listening to their conversation. The eldest Winchester was terrified Sammy had run away. He'd been searching for him for the last hour. Thank God he was with Castiel. Dean smiled at the thought of the blue eyed boy. It was really cool of him to take time to hang out with his baby brother. None of the other kids would do that. Castiel would never know how much it meant to him what he did for Sammy today.
"Hey Sammy….there you are! You had me worried, little man." He sat next to Sam, who was concentrating on his next move. Dean's eyes landed on the other boy. "Thanks for taking care of Sammy."
Castiel smiled and nodded. "He's a smart kid. I told him he can play with me during lunch whenever he wants." Cas ruffled the small boy's hair.
"I like Cas, Dean. He's my friend. We will eat with him always."
Dean gave both boys a toothy grain. "Cool" He stood up to get their lunch.
When he returned Castiel was surprised Dean knew his mom was a stickler that he eat a serving of veggies for each meal. After they ate their lunch, Castiel returned to his Batman comic. Dean jumped up and down on his seat. "You read Batman, too?!" Cas nodded. "I can't believe they killed Robin!"
Castiel squirmed in his seat. "I thought he was an annoying brat."
Dean laughed. "Dude, you talk like a grown up. That's why you play a robot."
Cas frowned. He thought Dean finally liked him and was his friend. Ever since production started on the show, all the kids stayed away from him. His overbearing mother didn't help. She had a daily schedule set up for her son which contributed to his isolation.
Dean noticed the change in his new friend's demeanor. "Hey man…I didn't want to make you sad. You're really cute. Has anyone told you you look like an apple?" Sammy stopped coloring and gawked at his brother. Castiel furrowed his brows.
Dean fidgeted and blushed profusely. "Your face is shaped like an apple. You know its round and you have that little dent thingy on your chin." He gazed at the table. "You're cute that's all I meant to say."
"Thank you…you are cute, also. You look like a Disney princess." Cas was beet red. Sammy laughed and called Dean Cinderella.
"I don't want to be a princess! I'm not a girl!" Dean crossed his thin arms.
"You are very pretty that's all. Sorry"
"Let's make a deal. I don't call you apple and you don't call me princess."
"Deal" The two boys shook hands.
"Before your mom gets here, Cas, I want to give you this." Dean slid a wrapped large freshly baked chocolate chip cookie. "I know she is the sweets police."
Castiel laughed. No one had ever done something so nice for him, well except for his colorful cousin, Gabe but they rarely saw each other anymore. Cas missed the little guy a lot. "Thank you, Dean." Cas unwrapped the plastic foil from the cookie and split in three. He handed a piece each to Sam and Dean.
After that day the Winchesters always shared lunch with Castiel. Dean sat adjacent to his new friend during their shared lessons. Four months passed in a blur and it was Castiel's ninth birthday. The entire cast and crew was present for his cake cutting. Castiel received a ton of presents. That night Rachel was in an uncharacteristic pleasant mood. She invited Dean and Balthazar for a sleepover.
Dean and Cas were over the moon. Balthazar, who was older than Dean by two months considered himself the leader of the group. He was bored playing video games and called it an early night. Dean waited for the British boy to leave them alone. "Here is my gift, Cas."
Castiel undid the Transformers wrapping paper meticulously causing Dean to roll his eyes. Cas' eyes brightened. "How did you know this is my favorite movie?"
Dean fiddled his fingers. "I saw you watching it a few months ago. You were really into it and sang along with the pretty lady."
"Moon River is the name of the song. You want to watch it with me?"
Dean smiled, "Heck yes!"
Castiel put the DVD inside the player and turned the TV on. He curled on the sofa next to Dean. A large bowl of popcorn was on their laps. Dean munched on the salty treat. He eventually ended up leaning his head against the shorter boy's shoulder. At the end of the movie, Dean wiped away an errant tear. Castiel chuckled. "Dean Winchester is crying? I can't believe my eyes."
"If you tell anyone I'll switch your shampoo with hair remover."
Castiel laughed even more. "Cross my heart…hope to die."
"Cas, what did you wish before blowing your birthday candles?" Dean asked. Castiel remained silent. "You don't have to. I know if you do then your wish won't come true."
Castiel smiled. "It's ok. My wish already came true. I wished for you to be my best friend forever."
Dean grinned. "You're stuck with me, kid."
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