"I hereby call into action the first meeting of the League of-"
"I thought we'd decided on no names?"
"No, dear Sammy, you decided on no names. I, on the other hand, have written out an entire list of possible titles for our grandiose gatherings to discuss- hey!"
Charlie let out a shout of indignation as Sam lunged across the bed and snatched the piece of notebook paper she'd been dramatically waving through the air.
"No names," he insisted, folding up the paper and pushing it into his pocket.
"Alright alright, no need to go all Edna Mode on me," Charlie huffed.
"Yeah Sam, you're such a diva," Kevin added in a high nasally voice, and he and Charlie burst into giggles a moment later.
"Please tell me you did not make me wake up in the middle of the night just to come listen to you two braid each others hair and gush about girls all night," Sam sighed, and Charlie shrugged.
That was basically what she and Kevin did every night. The bunker had more than enough space for each inhabitant to have their own room, but Charlie and Kevin had painstakingly dragged his bed into her room one night, and had been too lazy to bother putting it back. Kevin had initially resisted the idea of brushing Charlie's hair because he'd deemed it "too girly." But once she'd gotten him to open up about his dead girlfriend and she told him about her feelings for Dorothy, no cliche expression of friendship was off the table.
"It is kind of like a sleepover," Charlie eventually commented, and Sam made a face that clearly said "not if i can help it."
"She's right though; we're all huddled here in our pajamas, with blankets and pillows, in the middle of the night, to talk about Cas's boyfriend," Kevin pointed out, wiggling his feet as he spoke to show off his Mario and Luigi onesie.
"I consider all of my male companions my friends," Cas stated from the doorway. The three pajama-clad bunkmates turned to face him, and Sam sucked in a breath in shock, while Charlie let out an elated little squeal. Cas had foregone his standard attire of suit, tie, and trenchcoat in favor of….well. Cas had certainly gotten the pajama memo.
"But I feel as if some sort of distinction is being made here between the bond I share with Dean, and the way in which I view my other acquaintances," Cas added, his hands casually resting in the pockets of his Batman onesie.
"Oh I just love it when he talks like that," Charlie swooned, tossing her hair and resting the back of her hand on her forehead like an antebellum debutante. "And you look absolutely fabulous, darling," she added, falling back into her diva baritone.
"Thank you," Cas replied with a slight blush, glancing down at the black fabric polka dotted with the yellow Batman logo.
He then climbed onto the bed beside Sam, maneuvering around a petting zoo of pillow pets and an assortment of Tolkien-themed blankets. Charlie and Kevin had pushed their beds together for the occasion, the four members of the nameless society all sitting crosslegged on a large platform of mattress.
"Now that we're all here, we can officially begin!" Charlie announced, grabbing her laptop from her bedside table. "So, anybody got any ideas?"
"I've heard many good things about the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. Even those who don't particularly like westerns have enjoyed it. And if you ignore Clint Eastwood's recent fumbles in the political sphere-"
"Cas...what on earth are you talking about?" Sam interrupted, and Cas frowned over at him in confusion.
"Are we not suggesting movie ideas? I thought that was what one did at a sleepover. Perhaps you meant board-games?"
"Cas, this isn't a sleepover," Sam told him with a look in Charlie's direction, but she merely shrugged.
"Kevin, I thought we'd agreed you would fill Cas in on everything beforehand," she said, and Kevin sheepishly looked down at the sheep pillow pet he held in his lap.
"Well I was going to...at first. But he just seemed so excited about his first sleepover, and I even let him borrow my Batman onesie for it, and I just couldn't bear to be the dark heavy nimbostratus raining on his pride parade," he told her with an incredibly guilty expression.
"There's no way I could still be annoyed after you used the correct cloud classification and made a gay pride pun in the same sentence," she admitted with a sigh, slinging her arm around Kevin's shoulder and giving him an affectionate squeeze.
"So if this isn't a sleepover…?" Cas began, and Sam decided they would never get anywhere if he didn't at least try and guide the conversation.
"We're here because we want to help you and Dean get together," he explained. "Between you giving hints and us coercing him, we'll finally open Dean's eyes to how smitten you are," Sam continued, and Cas bit back a grin as he looked down at his hands folded in his lap.
An involuntary smile spread across Sam's face at the thought of this bashful angel and his pig-headed brother finally getting their stupid selves together in the slowest building relationship known to mankind.
"I was wondering why Dean wasn't invited," Cas commented, steering the conversation away from the his mushy lovey dovey feelings. Cas had been raw and open about his emotions when he'd told Sam, Charlie, and Kevin about how he really felt. He'd been desperate to unburden himself onto someone who understood; someone who could help him through the aching in his heart and flutter in his stomach; someone who spoke English, or at least some variant of the human language - Cas easily got confused between hamster and guinea pig dialects, and Benvolio wasn't very good at giving advice anyway.
But Cas felt shy and anxious now that his declaration of love had been made real; he hadn't merely dreamed his confession, and now he had to live with the consequences. He wasn't against the idea of his friends helping him win Dean's heart. But he was afraid of what would happen if they failed. Cas wasn't sure he'd have much of anything left in him if it turned out Dean didn't feel the same way - or worse, if he was off-put by Cas's feelings.
"And why there wasn't any food," Cas continued, jerking himself out of his own thoughts. "I'd been told popcorn and candy were also very popular sleepover...what are they called? Not appetizers, not horderves..."
"Snacks?" Sam suggested, and Cas beamed at him.
"Yes, that's the word; snacks!"
"Then we'll be sure to have more snacks at our next non-sleepover meeting of the Nameless Society," Charlie decided, typing it down.
As self-appointed President, Secretary, and Treasurer (and perhaps she'd have to take over the title of Director of Communications as well, in light of Kevin's mishap with Cas), she had to be sure to accurately transcribe the minutes of the meeting for future reference.
"Let's actually come up with something before we start planning for next time," Sam suggested, stretching his arms high over his head in a yawn. He rubbed at his tired eyes, trying not to dwell on how long he'd been awake and how little sleep he'd had the night before.
"Sam's right," Charlie agreed with a nod. "How about...hm. Let's have Dean make us all breakfast, and Cas compliment him on it," she said, looking around the group for approval or denial.
"I like it, but I feel like it needs a bit more umph," Kevin told her with a pigeon-like jerk of his head. "Maybe Cas should be the only one to say he likes it; we all know how Dean sees his cooking and his self-esteem wrapped up together as one big burrito. If his ego is only being petted by Cas, he's bound to notice it."
"Good point, Tran," Charlie praised, typing away. "Does that sound good to everyone? We can reconvene tomorrow night to discuss and decide our next plan of action. And there will be snacks," Charlie assured with a gesture in Cas's direction.
"Sounds good," Sam said as he climbed to his feet. He really wasn't sure how much good a few nice words from Cas about pancakes was going to do, but he figured doing something was better than nothing.
And, if nothing else, the plans they devised in this strange little club were bound to make life more entertaining.
"Goodnight, guys!" Charlie called as Sam and Cas paused in the doorway, and they both gave little waves before departing.
"So what'd you think?" Charlie asked, fluffing her Bilbo pillow before climbing beneath her Gandalf blanket.
"Definitely a good start," Kevin decided, both of them wordlessly deciding it wasn't worth the effort to pull their beds apart. Kevin shifted his tiger pillow pet out of the way as he returned to his bed after turning off the light. He sifted through the mountain of plush until he located his favorite stuffed animal/pillow hybrid, the frog he'd christened snuggled Lorenzo closer to his chest before turning to face Charlie in the dark.
"Do you really think it will work?" he asked, and Charlie shrugged before she remembered he couldn't see her.
"I think when two people want to be in love as badly as those two, all they need is a helping hand and a push in the right direction."
"Good answer," Kevin told her around a yawn. "Goodnight, Chuck."
"Night, Tran."
A/N: Next chapter, Dean arrives! The gang tests out their plan at breakfast, and Cas/Dean adorableness ensues (along with some other hilarity)