Disclaimer: I don't own SPN or Disney; like I'd want to pay for their liability insurance anyways.

Author's Note: I hope you're enjoying this so far! I know I am! And a special shout-out to Chris, who unknowingly may have gotten snared into this long distance project of WinJennster and I; and is doing an unbelievable job of being 'Sam' on the other end of the text messages, giving me the Sam stance of Disney, to counteract Jen's stance as Dean. Go team Freewill! Keep up the texts!

"Dean, let's go," Sam shouted from the hallway. "We need to get a move on. Up and at 'em!"

"Uuuuuuuuagh," Dean mumbled into his pillow. "Let me sleep Sam."

Sam opened his door with so much force that Dean thought he might have busted the hinges. "I'm serious Dean, get up!"

"Why? You already got me here, so I'm here, alright? I don't have to leave the room," Dean whined.

"Yes, you do," Sam said with a scowl. "Now get dressed. I don't want to miss the monorail into the park."

"Sam— does this really have to happen," Dean asked as he tried to throw the covers off. "I went to hell once already. Don't make me go!"

"Yep, you're going, so rise and shine," Sam said as he practically floated out of the room on a wave of euphoria.

Dean rubbed a hand over his tired face and stomped into the bathroom. He looked at his reflection. He looked like crap. He trudged to the shower and let the hot water work its magic.

Dean walked into the dining room and gazed around the room. It did indeed look like a tree house...probably the coolest tree house he's ever seen. Not that he'd tell Sam that, ever.

He was surprised when Cas appeared behind him, trench coat and tie in place as usual.

"Cas, you try out the bunk beds last night," Dean asked curiously.

"I did. It felt…strange to view the room for a horizontal position. I do not understand how humans tolerate it," Cas said with a frown. "It was quite uncomfortable."

"Ok, well then," Dean said with a shrug. "Guess you can cross that off your list."

"What list," Castiel asked, confused. "Is there a list? I am not aware of a list I am required to keep."

"Nothing. Never mind, Cas," Dean muttered as he shook his head.

He watched as Sam walked into the room; park map and sunglasses in hand, along with a large shopping bag that was bulging strangely. Sam was grinning like an idiot; Dean suddenly wondered how long Sam had been secretly coveting a trip to Disney. If the grin was any indication, it had been a long, long time.

"So where exactly are we going," Dean asked as he followed Sam and Castiel out of their own private tree house.

"HollyWood Studios," Sam replied. "Lots of good shows. Very interactive too. They allow people from the audience to participate in the stage shows. You'll like it."

"Eh, we'll see," Dean muttered. He wasn't convinced that this whole thing wasn't about to be the worst experience of his life, including that time he had gotten electrocuted. Or that other time he had been possessed by a Wendigo spirit. Or even that time he had accidentally bought a cursed knife from a thrift store.

"Stop whining Dean," Sam snapped.

"Whatever you are say, Sammy," Dean muttered. The ride into the park was quiet, no one talking to each other although Castiel was far too eager to read the map on the wall.

As they stepped into the park, Sam hustled them away from the crowd and pushed Dean and Castiel onto a bench. He grinned evilly as he reached into the shopping bag and pulled out three sets of Mickey Mouse ears. The look of horror on Dean's face was enough to make Sam chuckle.

"Rule number one of the vacation: Wear the ears. Rule number two: We stick together, no wandering off, especially you Cas," Sam said as he gently set Dean's ears in place on his head. Sam had even gone so far as to have their names embroidered onto the ears.

"Sam—

"Dammit, Dean, would you just relax and have fun for once! This is Disney World…the happiest place on earth! You aren't allowed to complain here," Sam said with a forced smile.

"Dammit, Sam! If I wanted to have fun, I'd have toured Mrs. Smith's pie factory! Or gotten the new issue of Busty Asian Beauties! But friggin Disney? Where's my flask," Dean snapped back as he yanked the ears from his head.

"Ok. I) Mrs. Smith pie factory is NOT a tourist destination! 2) You can't get porn here. And 3) You are so stressed out a psychiatrist could make a career out of you! Relax and just go with it! And put your damn ears on," Sam said. "Cas is wearing his!"

"Dude, you may be bigger than me, but you can't force me to wear them. So, no! I'm not wearing the friggin ears! And no porn?! Dude, that's it. Where's my keys," Dean said as he tried to grab the map from Sam's hand.

"Seriously Dean? Fine, don't wear the ears…be a jerk. And if you're that desperate for porn you have your stash in the trunk under the guns," Sam said as he yanked the map out of Dean's reach.

"Sam, fine! I'll wear the friggen ears if you'll stop being a bitchy Sasquatch—you're going to scare all the little kids! And if I want porn, you're going to make the mile long hike in this heat to the car! I hate Florida," Dean as he yanked his Mickey Mouse ears back onto his head with a grimace.

"Keep it up Dean and I will drag you to Cirque de Soleil," Sam with a glare.

"Try it clown boy! And don't you need to go wash your hair, Samantha? Can't believe you didn't bring your whole duffel bag of hair product," Dean said a fiery grin.

"Is there a reason these ears are required? Do they represent some sort of status," Castiel interrupted he adjusted his own Mickey Mouse ears. The trench coat and tie paired with his mouse ears made him look even more out of place.

"Yeah," Dean muttered. "Douche status, maybe."

"Dean," Sam snapped as he started towards some far off destination, the map in his hand making Dean nervous. Sam was going to be dangerous with that thing. The crowds were already in full force, a sea of people that moved in unpredictable ways. It was enough to make Dean nervous, although Castiel looked far more unnerved by it. Apparently, fast foot work was not something he had yet mastered.

As Sam joined the line for something about Indiana Jones, Dean rolled his eyes.

"Dude! Indiana Jones—minus the Nazis, we've done everything he's done," Dean stated. "Give me the map, I want to find a bar."

"Dean! We're going to this show," Sam said firmly as he gripped the map, his knuckles turning white.

"Who is this Indiana Jones," Castiel asked. "Is he a hunter?"

"Cas, you're going to love this," Sam promised. "Remember how we talked about a few movies you need to watch? Well, Indiana Jones is going to be on the top of that list."

"What?! No," Dean spat. "I already put Full Metal Jacket at the top of the list."

Castiel looked from one to the other, his face remaining passive. "The line is moving, should we be following these other people," Castiel asked. "This is most unsettling, this must be what cattle feel. Moving in great lines to be slaughtered."

"Exactly," Dean said as he frowned at Sam.

Twenty minutes later, they were all seats around a large arena which resembled a movie set.

And five minutes later, Dean disappeared for what they called 'Casting Call'. Castiel was immediately unnerved by Dean's sudden disappearance.

"Cas, he's okay. He's going to help with the show. He'll be on the stage in a minute," Sam said reassuringly. "Just watch."

"Are you certain," Castiel asked as he stared firmly at the open stage. "I could bring him back if you wish."

"No, Cas," Sam replied with a laugh. "Participating is what he should be doing. He needs to enjoy the vacation and relax. This is step one."

"As you say," Castiel replied.

As the show began, Dean stepped out onto the stage, wearing Middle Eastern garb, making Castiel confused. "Why is he not dressed like himself," he asked Sam.

"Shhh—watch the show Cas," Sam said as he motioned towards Dean. "See what happens."

Castiel watched intently, not wanting to miss what Sam was so adamant that he should see. Dean was indeed participating, although his movements were awkward and somewhat painful to watch. He kept adjusting the robe, causing him to bump into the other participants.

The show went on, Cas calling out for Dean at one point, making Dean blush a deep, deep crimson.

Sometime later Dean rejoined them, his face obviously wanting to crack a smile, although he was trying hard to frown and give Sam a hard time.

"Dean, did you enjoy participating in your vacation," Castiel asked as they moved into another line.

"What," Dean asked confusion on his face as he glanced from Castiel to Sam. Sam looked away and shrugged, hoping Cas didn't inadvertently start some crap between he and Dean.

"Sam said-"

"I said we should eat," Sam interrupted. "Who's hungry?!"

"I'm starved," Dean said as he looked around them.

They walked through crowds of people, Dean suddenly stopping dead in his tracks.

"What is it Dean? Is there danger," Castiel asked he glared at each passing person.

"Only to Sam's wallet," Dean said as he suddenly turned and sprinted away.

Sam shook his head before following after him, pulled on Castiel to make sure they didn't get separated in the crowd.

They found Dean about a hundred feet away, drooling over a kiosk selling giant turkey legs. He immediately pointed at them and said, "You wanted me to be happy? Then I'm going to need one of those in each hand."

Sam rolled his eyes playfully as he paid for the turkey legs, getting two for Dean, one for himself, and one for Castiel. They moved away from the kiosk and headed for a bench.

Castiel watched as Dean took alternating bites from his turkey legs, his eyes closed in sheer bliss.

"Is this step two," Castiel asked as he tried to figure out where to best begin his attack on the giant turkey leg in his hand.

"Yes," Sam said around a mouth full of meat. "This is definitely step two."

They walked through the park for hours, until Dean suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Is that Mater from Cars," he asked as he cut in front of Sam to get a better look.

"Looks like it," Sam said, trying not to smile enough to piss Dean off.

Dean waited impatiently for a large group of kids to move away from the life-sized models of Mater and Lightening McQueen. He slowly gazed at them, his face unable to form a scowl for Sam.

Sam slowly pulled his phone out of his pocket, managing to snap a quick picture of Dean admiring the fiberglass models. At least Sam could have one picture to prove that Dean hadn't been a total ass the entire time.

As they began to walk through the park, the sun starting dip down; Dean began to relax slightly, wondering yet again how Sam had managed to pay for this trip. He was about to suggest they head for their hotel when Sam hustled them to an open café and grabbed the last available table.

"You guys stay put," he said. "I'll grab the food."

Dean watched the crowds of people hustling around; parents keeping their children close, couples holding hands and strolling along as though no one else were around, teenagers sprinting with maps trailing behind them; obviously late for the parental check in.

As Sam set down a large tray of food, Dean didn't even look at it he was suddenly and painfully aware of how out of place they looked; three dudes, one in a trench coat, sitting at a table in Disney world eating dinner. While wearing Mickey Mouse ears.

He frowned into his burger, wondering if Sam was thinking the same thing. Jesus, if things had been different, Sam would be sitting here with Jess and two point five children. He choked on his burger and stared into the crowd to avoid having to look at Sam. A flash of pink caught his attention.

He tracked the pink hair until the woman came into view, a small boy wearing a Mater shirt holding one of her hands while a little girl wearing cat ears held the other one. He smirked as he watched her turn and impatiently call out to a young teenager who was obviously trying to trail behind. Dean straightened up when he saw the tall man behind her, wearing his own set of Mickey Mouse ears. His walk gave him away as military, Dean wondered if he was home from deployment. Only a man who had survived one hell would be confident enough to take his chances inside of Disney. Dean sighed into his burger again, wondering if he himself would survive the perils Sam had obviously highlighted on his map.

He was trying to steal the last of the french fries when he heard the first loud boom. He jumped slightly, before he realized that it was fireworks. He looked over head; it was a brilliant display of color. He pushed his chair back and leaned back, taking in the scene.

He glanced over at Castiel, who seemed somewhat dismayed.

"What's the matter, Cas," Dean asked. "You find a fly in your ketchup?"

"I have no ketchup, Dean," Castiel stated firmly. "I have expressed that on several occasions. I am trying to determine the purpose of that." He pointed at the sky as another loud boom and whistle cut through the air, followed by a flash of bright bursts.

"Their fireworks, made from salts, gunpowder and stuff," Sam explain. "They're used to celebrate special occasions or sometimes just for fun. They're nice, huh?"

"Yes, they are quite beautiful," Castiel said as he watched Dean steal the last few fries from his own basket. "I hope to see them again."

"Well you're in luck then. They set them off every night," Sam explained as he gazed at the sky. "We can watch them every night we're here."

"And just how long are we going to be here for," Dean asked, curiously.

"I'll let you know," Sam said with a grin.

An hour later they were walking through the streets of Downtown Disney; Dean could practically smell the beer. "Sam, I say I should be allowed to spend the rest of this trip right here," he said as he motioned to a bar called Fuego by Sosa. Sam rolled his eyes as he grabbed Cas by the sleeve and headed in after Dean.

Castiel breathed deeply, a rich vanilla smokiness hung in the air, making the room slightly hazy. He watched as Dean moved to a small table on the patio and tried to follow behind Sam.

"Dude, I'm telling you right now," Dean stated as he adjusted his mouse ears. "I am getting so wasted tonight."

"As long as you can walk back to the hotel," Sam replied. "I'm not carrying you."

Sam left Cas and Dean sitting on the patio listening to the live Irish music from a nearby pub and headed for the bathroom. He returned to find the table loaded with booze and Dean puffing on a cigar, a daring and smug look on his face.

"I got one for you too," Dean said as held out a cigar. "It's a Macanudo cigar, really good too."

Castiel was awkwardly holding a drink in his hand, his face impassive to the bitter alcohol.

"Dean! How many times are you going to try and get Cas drunk," Sam said as he motioned to Castiel. "You know he can't get drunk! You're wasting your money, man."

"We just haven't found the right combination yet," Dean said with a puff on his cigar.

"And what are you drinking? That looks a lot like a mojito," Sam said with disbelief.

"Hey, when in Rome! And I thought the mojito was the official drink of Florida," Dean said with an innocent shrug.

"Pretty sure you're thinking of Metamucil," Sam said as he reached for Dean's lighter.

"Sam, I thought you were against Dean's habit of smoking cigars," Castiel said, slightly confused by Sam's contradicting behavior.

"Typically, yes. And I don't want it to be a habit for sure. But it is a vacation and we're going to live in the moment," Sam said he lit his own cigar. "You want to try it Cas?"

"I will consider it," Castiel replied as he watched Dean closely.

After a second round of Mojitos, Dean switched to Johnny Walker Blue while Sam went for Jack and Coke. Castiel continued to try everything that placed in front of him, wondering what effect Dean was attempting to achieve.

They sat and listened to the music for two hours, cigars and drinks finally finished. Dean was feeling pretty successful about achieving his previous proclamation regarding his drunkenness, he was hammered.

Castiel was holding onto one of Dean's arms while Sam held the other, trying to steer him through the park to the monorail that would deliver them to their tree house.

"SAM! Do you see what I see," Dean slurred as he tried to pull his arms loose.

Sam shook his head trying to stop the ringing that Dean's shout had left. "What," Sam asked, his own voice not quite normal. Damn those mojitos.

Dean pulled free and clumsily skipped ahead, Sam and Castiel following behind. When Dean came into view, Sam was torn between being horrified or rolling on the ground in sheer hysterical laughter. Dean was in a fountain, singing 'Mr. Brightside' by the Killers. He was trying to dance, which was more like a spastic shake and slump routine. He continued to sing aloud all the while splashing around in the water, his body language entirely relaxed and comfortable. Sam grabbed his phone and began to record Dean's song and dance routine. Castiel watched Dean's behavior, wondering just how much of this was considered normal for a routine vacation.

Sam considered leaving him in the pool long enough to sober up when he realized they were drawing a crowd. The last thing they needed was to get kicked out of Disney World for drunk and disorderly behavior. And he knew Dean well, his 'up' from drinking would only last so long before a deep 'low' would set in. He wanted to get Dean back to their room before that happened.

"Cas, help me get him out would you," Sam called out as he moved towards the fountain.

Castiel walked towards Dean, who high-tailed it in the other direction. Sam walked around the fountain from the other direction, Dean tried to run the other way but the water was deep and he was far too drunk. He went down hard and deep.

Sam reached into the water and grabbed him and in one great heave had him out of the water and back onto mostly dry ground. Dean looked guiltily up at Sam, "Do we have time for a night cap?"

"Nope not going to happen," Sam laughed. He was still feeling buzzed and was ready to find something drier to wear. The monorail was still a ways to go.

They stumbled past the onlookers, who began to clap as Dean began to sing 'Somebody Told Me' by the Killers. Dean took a stumbling bow before Sam grabbed him and pulled him towards the monorail.

"Batman! Sam, I just saw Batman," Dean cried out as he pointed back towards the fountain. "We have to go back!"

"No, you did not just see Batman," Sam said with a chuckle. "Cas, grab his other arm and try to help me steer him."

Cas tried to hold onto Dean's arm like Sam was, but Dean kept grabbing his hand, trying to hold it while swinging their arms in time together. Sam was snickered so hard he thought he was getting a nosebleed.

They managed to get halfway to the monorail before Dean pulled his arms free and assured Sam he could walk by himself. They had stopped for a quick minute to look at the map when it happened. One minute Dean is trying to focus on the map and the second he's straddling a six foot tall Goofy. Sam could hear the muffled yells of the person wearing the suit, flaying their arms and legs trying to unseat Dean but he was a pro. He landed some drunken punches before Sam and Castiel pulled him off.

Two minutes later, security showed up and escorted Dean away while Sam and Castiel trailed quietly behind. Did people go to Disney jail for beating up people in Goofy suits, Sam wondered. He didn't remember Stanford covering that.

Two exhausting hours later, they stumbled through the door of their tree house.

"I hope you're happy now! I cannot believe I had to bail you out in friggin Disney World! You friggin punched Goofy, man! What the hell is wrong with you? You're lucky I was able to talk the guy out of pressing charges! Jesus, Dean, what the hell were you thinking," Sam exclaimed while trying to stifle an angry yawn.

"Well, he was trying to hug me! He's lucky I didn't gank him on the spot! Did you even bring Holy water? No one would be willing to do that guy's job unless they were possessed! We might have a job here and you just want to watch fireworks! You're unbelievable, Sam," Dean snapped as he tried to free himself of his soaking wet shoes.

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean and pointed to Castiel, "Cas, next time, feel free to just zap him back to the room, willing or not. Constipation be damned, just get him away from people in costume," Sam stated firmly.

"Dude! You're eyes are gonna stick that way if you roll them any harder. Maybe if you would find us some beer, you could cool your brain down from all this friggin mouse madness," Dean snarked as he tossed his wet shoes into the sink.

"Beer! That's what got us into this mess," Sam snapped.

"No. I was drunk, hell—I am drunk—and I know it wasn't beer. It was those awesome mojitos," Dean said with a reminiscing smile. "Good times."

"Whatever it was, you're not having any more," Sam said as he shook his head. "Poor Cas had to sit there in a wet trench coat for an hour while I talked to the guy you punched and the security team."

Dean looked guiltily over at Cas, who was indeed still wearing his trench coat and tie, his mouse ears slightly crooked.

"Sorry, man," Dean mumbled.

"I am fine. I do not experience cold or wet in the same way humans do," Castiel stated. "You and Sam; however, look as though you are both experiencing what I have been told is crankiness, exhaustion, and what Dean refers to as a hangover."

"Speak for yourself," Dean said with a crooked smile. "I still feel great."

"I feel like I always do," Castiel said with a frown. "I do not experience-"

"Yeah, we get it. You're friggin Superman," Dean said. "Sam, what do you want to do now?"

"Dean, it's three in the morning. I'm going to bed cause we're going to Animal Kingdom in a few hours," Sam said as he headed for his room. "And don't bother calling for any sort of booze room service, I put a hold on our room!"

"Bitch," Dean yelled as he headed for his room. He was face down in his pillow when he realized Castiel was staring at him. "What do you want Cas?"

"I would like to see these Indiana Jones movies Sam mentioned earlier," he replied.

Dean sat up and looked at Cas. "Seriously? Now?"

Castiel stood in the hallway and nodded.

"Alright, head for your room," Dean said as he dragged himself out of his bed.

Dean grabbed the remote to Cas' television and began to thumb through the menu. "Someone's always playing it," Dean mumbled. "Here we go, a marathon."

Castiel sat on the lower bunk bed and began to watch intently as a large boulder began to roll across the screen. This was Dean's favorite in the series; he clumsily climbed into the top bunk and settled in to watch the movie. Screw Animal Kingdom, he had Indiana Jones.

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