AN: I'm going to go to the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam tomorrow, which probably means no update. Sorry :( And I don't think the longer chapters thing is gonna work out after all because I prefer writing short things for whatever reason

also this chapter happens about two weeks after last chapter

"Hey bitches!"

"Charlie! Didn't expect to see you here," Dean said with a grin.

"Hello, Charlie." Cas smiled.

"You guys on a date or something?"

Dean put on a smirk. "Yes," he said, softening his voice and putting his hand over Cas's, "we were trying to keep it a secret, but you found us out." He smiled and looked at Cas, and the black-haired boy could feel a blush creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks. Charlie and Dean laughed and Cas gave a small chuckle.

"Well," said Dean, "I gotta go, I promised mom I'd help her bake a cake for no reason at all tonight."

"Wow, Dean," said Charlie just before Dean walked away, "that's really gay."

Dean flipped her off and left the diner and Charlie sat down, replacing him.

"You really like him, don't you?"

Cas chuckled and looked down at his fidgeting hands. "Yeah."

She smiled.

Cas walked into the kitchen, where Dean and Mary were busy making a cake.

"Hey."

"Hey, Cas. You wanna help?"
"Sure."

Cas joined Dean and Mary at the counter. After a few minutes, Mary quietly left the room to leave the two boys alone. They didn't realize that she was gone.

"Hey, Cas, look at me," said Dean when they'd finished the cake.

Cas turned his head and was greeted by a handful of flour in his face. He gave Dean an angry look and said,

"Beware the wrath of the great Castiel."

"Really? What are you gonna do?"

Castiel grabbed a handful of flour himself, rubbed it into Dean's hair and started to sing.

"Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow..."

Dean threw more flour at Cas, who then proceeded to empty a glass of water over his friend's head. They kept throwing ingredients at each other until they were both unable to stand from laughing and they sat down on the floor, leaning against the counter, gasping for breath. At some point, Sam walked in, looked at them, frowned, shrugged, grabbed a can of iced tea from the fridge and left with a look on his face that said "Oh, not this again."

Once they'd calmed down a bit, they turned their heads to smile at each other and they didn't look away. At least, not until they were interrupted by Sam's girlfriend Jess, who apparently wanted some iced tea too.

"Dean," said Cas after Jess left.

"Yeah?"

"Perhaps we should clean up."

"Meh."

~~~ several days later ~~~

'Yo," Charlie said, "Doctor Who marathon, tomorrow, my place, be there or be an abzorbaloff."

Dean wanted to say something, but Charlie just kept walking, probably looking for the rest of her friends so that she could invite them too.

"I thought the abzorbaloff episode was kind of cool," Cas said, barely audible.

"Right?" Dean replied, "I thought I was the only one!"

"You're both idiots."

"Shut up, Sammy."

When Sam, Dean and Cas arrived at Charlie's house the next day, they were surprised to find that there were no other guests.

"Charlie. Where are the others?" asked Dean, confused.

The red-haired girl sighed and looked at her feet. "I didn't invite anyone else. In fact, there's no Doctor Who marathon."

"Then what is this?"
"There's something we need to talk about."