Disclaimer: I still don't own Supernatural. Coming to terms with it in my own way.

Author's Note: Let's do Disney! Put on your ears!

Dean thought his heart was going to explode. He stared at Jenn, her hand still motioning to the trunk.

"Well," she said. "Can I have a look?"

"Ummm-," Dean said as he looked over his shoulder. "Actually, my brother just texted me. Apparently, he and your family are just about back to the hotel….and somehow, we're all going to have dinner together."

Jenn looked from him to the car; she obviously wasn't ready to leave the Impala, but Dean didn't move towards the trunk, the keys held tightly his fist. He briefly considered calling upon Cas to come and whisk her away and do a little mind wipe….maybe on him too, the concept behind 'whump' was burning a hole in his brain.

He turned towards the hotel and asked, "So….you wanna meet them at the hotel, or what?"

Jenn could see his discomfort and smiled disarmingly. "Sure," she said as she began to follow him. "So what's the deal? You and your brother came to Disney and you got left at the hotel today?"

"This vacation was his idea, his plan, and totally his way of getting back at me for refusing to take time off from our-work," Dean said, hoping she hadn't caught his hesitation.

"You didn't want to do Disney," Jenn asked with a snort. "No surprise there. My husband made me come on this trip. He planned the whole thing too."

Dean nodded his understanding. "And then a friend just kinda popped in and decided to tag along," he explained. "So Sam had some company for today, anyhow."

"Your brother's name is Sam," Jenn asked curiously. "Seriously?"

"Uh-yeah," Dean said, mentally kicking his own ass for making it too easy for Jenn to figure everything out.

"That's wild," Jenn said with a smile. "Your names, your car, even your likenesses are just insanely like the books."

"The books," Dean asked, feigning ignorance.

"Yeah, the ones I was reading at the pool," Jenn said. "The ones by Carver Edlund."

"Oh, yeah, those," Dean said with a shrug. "Guess that is kinda weird if you think about it."

Jenn glanced at him, his jaw was tight as he walked looking straight ahead, determined to not look at her. She looked away, a small grin flittering over her face, this was just unbelievable!

They walked past the pool and headed back to their tree houses. Sam and Chris were standing on the sidewalk talking while the three kids raced up the steps to their tree house. Cas stood off to the side, looking unsure until he saw Dean. He came running up to Dean, Mickey Mouse ears askew, trench coat flying behind him, and an exceptionally large dinosaur balloon bobbed over his head. He had sugary bits of blue cotton candy stuck in his hair as well.

"Dean," Cas exclaimed, his eyes wide. "You missed so many wonderful things today. Tomorrow, I will show you everything. Sam already said that tomorrow, I will be tagging along with you while he recovers. I assure you, he is not injured; but he claimed he needs 'down time'. Perhaps you will explain this later, while I quiz you on the many things I encountered today."

Dean couldn't help but smile at Cas' eagerness to fill Dean in on what he had missed, but his smile turned into more of a twitch when he realized Jenn was still standing next to him; a grin growing on her face as she watched Cas trying to show Dean the dinosaur balloon.

"The friend you mentioned," Jenn asked as she motioned to Cas.

"Oh, yeah. Cas, this is Jenn. Jenn, this is our friend Cas," Dean said.

Jenn looked at Cas and reached for the hand he had thrust out between them. "Dean has assured me this is the proper way to express my pleasure at being introduced," Cas explained as he forcefully shook her hand, smiling like a Cheshire cat.

Jenn smiled and asked, "Is Cas short for anything?" as she moved closer to Cas.

Dean was between them in a flash. "So what's the plan for dinner," Dean asked he slapped a hand on Cas' shoulder and steered him towards the stairs. "Sam? What's the plan?"

Sam looked away from Chris and said, "We're going to eat at their tree house since we haven't really bought any groceries. We're going to take an hour to get showered and dressed, so you have time to clean all those bubbles off of my bathroom floor. Okay?"

Dean scowled at Sam before waving at Jenn and Chris; yanking Cas in the door behind him.

Ten minutes later, Dean had Sam pinned face down to the floor.

"Dean, let me up," Sam tried to shout, but the knee in his back was making it hard to get enough air to shout.

"Dude, she's going to figure it out!" Dean exclaimed. "She already thinks it's weird that we have the names and the car from the books! Not to mention the sex appeal that Chuck had put into the illustrations."

Sam managed to roll his eyes before mumbling, "She's not going to figure it out. Besides, we're like professionals when it comes to thinking on our feet and lying. Just improvise!"

Dean pressed his knee harder into Sam's back, crushing the last air out of him. "The last time you proposed improvising, you ended up walking out of a hospital with Jim Walsh's hand on your ass!"

Sam glared over his shoulder at Dean before dropping his face onto the carpet. Dean stood and walked to the couch before dropping onto it. "What are we going to do," Dean asked.

"Stop whining and get ready to go to dinner," Sam said between coughing and sucking in air. "We are going. YOU are going. Nothing bad will happen."

"Why are we going anyways," Dean teased. "You crushing on Chris or what?"

Sam sent a royal bitch face at Dean, who snickered. "But really, why are we going? We don't have dinner plans with people."

"And maybe that's why I want to do it," Sam stated as he kicked his shoes off. "It's a normal thing. People meet other people and get together for dinner and stuff. It's not like we're going to see them again once we leave Disney, so can you just grin and bear it for a little while, please?!"

Dean didn't say anything as he watched Sam stalk down the hallway to his room. He sighed and rolled off the couch. He found Cas in his own room in dire trouble.

Dean watched from the doorway as Cas continued to try and sort himself out. He had attempted to remove his trench coat without untying the balloon from his wrist; the ribbon from his balloon becoming entangled through his trench coat, effectively tying the coat to him. Dean wasn't able to figure out how or why he had managed to unbutton his shirt, one arm completely free while the other made the mess between the balloon ribbon and his trench coat worse. His tie was pulled around behind him, the tail dangling down between his shoulder blades. His mouse ears were perched precariously on his head. He had one shoe in his hand, and Dean couldn't see where the other one had ended up.

"Cas, what are you doing?" Dean asked, trying to keep his amusement out of his voice.

"Sam requires that I look more like I am on a proper vacation. He assured me my suit was why people were staring at me today," Cas replied as he tried to pull a sock off.

"I'm sure that was part of it," Dean mumbled.

"Sam purchased me clothes for this evening," Cas stated as he pointed to a bag on the lower bunk bed. "I believe his intention is that I blend this evening."

"Oh you're going to blend alright," Dean said as he dumped the contents of the bag onto the bed.

Sam had managed to find a few things for Cas: a t-shirt emblazoned with Peter Pan, a pair of gray and black basketball shorts, and last but not least….flip flops.

Dean's eyes widened at the selection before turning back to Cas.

"You want some help," Dean asked. "You're not getting anywhere like that."

Cas stopped and looked at Dean. "That would be much appreciated, Dean."

Dean awkwardly stepped towards Cas and began to untangle him. The tie was easy, as was the last shoe and sock. After five minutes of fighting with the balloon, Dean used his teeth to bite through the ribbon, causing the balloon to escape to the ceiling. Cas watched disappointedly as it bumped into the ceiling.

"Don't look so forlorn Cas," Dean said he pulled the trench coat loose and threw it on the bed. "I'll fish it back down for you later."

Dean got Cas down to his pants, before stepping back, his hands held up in the air. "Okay, Cas," Dean said. "You can take it from here."

"Are you ready for dinner?" Cas asked.

"I got a shower earlier. Sam's getting one now," Dean said. "So, yeah, just gonna change my shirt."

Cas stared blankly as Dean before asking, "So a human on vacation would shower before dinner?"

"Um, yeah—sure, why not," Dean said as he all but ran out of the room. He bumped into Sam in the hallway.

"Is Cas getting ready for dinner," Sam asked he glanced down the hallway.

Dean didn't get a chance to reply before Sam grabbed his forearm and yanked him around. They were both staring at the ceiling when Cas approached them.

"Sam, Dean, what is this peculiar behavior? Have you lost something on the ceiling," Cas asked as he stepped between them and looked up at the ceiling.

"Um, no Cas, we're just waiting for you to go….where are you going Cas," Sam asked. "And why are you naked?!"

"Dean suggested I shower before dinner," Cas replied innocently. "I was under the impression that it is most effective when performed while nude."

"Cas, you're an angel! You don't need to shower," Sam stated firmly.

"Dean explained to me that humans would shower before dinner. I am curious to partake of this regimen," Cas explained. "I will be only a few moments."

Dean and Sam continued to stare at the ceiling until they heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on. Sam and Dean instantly looked at each other, eyes wide.

"Dean! What did you do?" Sam demanded angrily.

"Dude, I didn't do anything," Dean replied innocently. "He asked, I answered. I didn't know he was going to strip down and strut through our tree house! Jeez!"

Sam glared at Dean and followed him to the kitchen. Sam started to dig through the few bags of snack foods Dean had brought in from the car, leftovers from the road trip.

Dean grabbed a soda from the fridge and sat down at the table before asking, "Why did you buy him a Peter Pan shirt? Why not something cool….I don't know, like….Don Karnage?"

"Seriously Dean, Don Karnage? You're showing your age with that one," Sam snorted as he set a pack of Oreos aside on the counter. "Besides, he chose Peter Pan; said it reminded him of you."

Dean coughed suddenly, choking on a mouthful of soda. Sam stood smirking as Dean tried to clear his throat.

"What do you…mean...me," Dean croaked as he coughed again.

"You can ask him, I just assumed it was your extreme inability to grow up," Sam said with a chuckle.

Dean rolled his eyes at Sam and mumbled, "Real nice Sam."

Sam set chips and salsa next to the Oreos, catching Dean's attention.

"What are you doing with those," Dean asked he pointed to the pile Sam was assembling from their fridge.

"I want to take a few things with us, you know— to share," Sam explained.

"And you're opting to share my Oreos," Dean stated. "That's low. We don't even know if they eat Oreos."'

"Dean, they have three kids," Sam glowered at Dean. "Of course they eat Oreos; stop being so selfish!"

"I just don't want to offend them with foods they might find unappealing," Dean said innocently with a shrug.

"Dean!" Sam snapped at him. "Go see what's taking Cas so long."

"I'm not going in there! You wanna know, you go check," Dean argued. "You're already taking my Oreos away, I'm not helping you!"

"He's your angel, which makes him your responsibility!" Sam argued back.

"He's not my angel, I'm his ward," Dean stated firmly. "There's a difference."

"Like what," Sam snapped as he turned and glared at Dean.

"I don't know Sam, but I know there is. I don't expect you to understand," Dean said as he tossed his soda can in the garbage. "There's probably something in the fine print about it."

"The fine print," Sam chuckled. "It's not like he came with an owner's manual or a warranty."

Dean didn't get a chance to retort before Cas stumbled into the room. He was mostly dressed, albeit wrong. Sam observed Cas' appearance before looking at Dean and motioning towards Cas with a nod of his head. Dean looked at him and shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'what?'.

Sam glared at Dean before moving to help Cas; his t-shirt should have been an easy enough fix since it was on backwards.

"Pull both of your arms back inside the shirt Cas," Sam explained.

"A shirt is worn with the arms through the sleeves," Cas stated smartly, as if he were the human and Sam were the blundering angel.

Sam rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah, I get that. Your shirt is on backwards. Pull your arms in so I can twist the shirt around."

Cas managed to pull his arms back inside, unfortunately though, that was the end of his helpfulness. Sam pulled the t-shirt around just as Cas decided to turn. They were right back where they had started.

"Cas, don't move," Sam exclaimed.

"I was assisting you," Cas explained.

Sam looked at the ceiling, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath before looking at Cas and saying, "You stay still. I'll move the shirt into position. Okay?"

"As you wish Sam," Cas replied with a nod. "I assume this is how Dean taught you to dress yourself, it is only natural you would struggle to find your teaching stride."

Dean burst out laughing at Sam's expression, a mixture of annoyance and irritability as well as a bit of indulged humor.

Once Cas' shirt was in position, Sam stepped back and looked at Cas' shorts, which were on backwards as well.

"Cas, how do you manage on your own," Sam asked as he ran a hand over his face with a groan.

"I am never on my own Sam," Cas explained plainly. "I am an angel of the Lord. I am never alone as he is with me."

Dean glanced at Cas, wondering how he could still be spouting that after all their vain efforts to find the douche that was on heavenly sabbatical. He didn't miss Sam's glance at him. He shrugged and looked away, not wanting to talk about it. If Sam wanted to play the vacation card, he could play the 'don't wanna talk about it' card.

"Well, I meant more like how you manage to survive at all with your vessel," Sam explained he continued to scrutinize the shorts.

"My vessel does not require the maintenance that you humans do," Castiel explained.

"Yeah, I get that. Never mind," Sam exasperatedly commented with a shake of his head. "You've got to fix your shorts. Go back into the bathroom and turn them around. The drawstring should be in the front."

Cas looked down and pulled on the waistband. "Are you quite sure," he asked Sam, looking like he didn't believe Sam.

"Yes," Sam replied.

Cas looked over at Dean and waited quietly.

"What? You want my vote? Believe me, Sam's not going to steer you wrong about this," Dean grinned. "He wants you to blend in. Go ahead."

Sam snorted derisively as Cas walked to the bathroom. "That figures. I spent all day with him and he still needs your validation before he tries anything I suggest," Sam stated with a huff.

"Hey! It's not my fault," Dean said with a shrug. "He's got some weird hang up about you."

They waited until Cas returned and proudly presented them with his corrected shorts alignment. Sam gave him an awkward pat on the back before asking, "Where are your shoes? The flip flops I got you."

Cas turned and ran to his room, calling out as he did, "I can do this one by myself, I assure you!"

Sam and Dean exchanged worried looks, Sam glancing at the clock. They had ten more minutes before they needed to be next door.

They heard a loud crash, but Dean stopped Sam from moving. "Wait, he said he's got this. I say we wait and see what happens," he said with a smile.

Sam huffed and crossed his arms.

They waited a full two minutes before Cas came strutting up the hallway, pride never before so openly etched onto his face.

He beamed as he stepped into the room. Sam held back the urge to slam his own head against the door.

"Dude, you don't wear socks with flip flops," Dean said, trying to keep from laughing.

Cas looked confused. "But I saw many people today in the Animal Kingdom wearing socks with their flip flops," he replied. "Are you sure of what you're talking about, Dean? I have never seen you wear flip flops before. Mayhap you are mistaken."

Dean chuckled and said, "No. I'm certain about this one."

Sam loaded grocery bags with the snacks he had laid out and waited at the door. He watched as Cas pulled his socks off before begrudgingly handing them over to Dean.

Dean patted his shoulder as Cas fought to get his flip flops back on. "You put them on right, just with the wrong type shoe," Dean said as he consoled the rebuked angel.

Cas didn't say anything as he wiggled his naked toes and frowned. "Toes are odd; they are most disconcerting to look at. I preferred the socks," he explained.

"You can wear them later," Dean said with a laugh.

"Okay, Cas, I think we need a quick tutorial before we go over there," Sam stated. "They have three kids and parents are protective over their kids. Chris is already a little jumpy, might be a little PTSD or just some adjusting back to home life. Whatever you do, don't just 'poof' around the place. Walk. At a normal human pace. Don't touch any of them, unless they initiate it first, like a handshake. Okay?"

Cas nodded slowly. "Is Chris ill? I could—"

"No Cas! You don't try and 'fix' him either," Sam exclaimed as a look of horror passed over his face. "Your angel mojo has been a little off lately. And you DO NOT practice on Chris!"

Cas looked at Sam indignantly before looking at Dean, his gaze firm.

Dean held his hands up. "Don't look at me like that," he said. "You heard him!"

Sam shook his head and muttered, "I should have left you two here."

"You still can," Dean quipped.

Sam's glared ended the argument.

They walked down their stairs and headed next door. Cas grabbed one of the bags from Sam's hand.

"I would like to help present our righteous gift of salsa and chips," he stated as he gripped the bag tightly. "I did help Dean pick them out at the gas station in Georgia."

"Um—okay," Sam said.

"Far cry from frankincense and myrrh," Dean mumbled as he followed them up the stairs to the next tree house.

Sam knocked and was surprised when the daughter answered it. She was wearing cat ears and stared up at him, she was so little he looked even taller next to her. He kneeled down and said, "Hi Katie. We're joining you for dinner!"

She leaned around him and looked up at Cas, before whispering in Sam's ear, "Is he really an angel? TJ said he is."

Sam tried not to panic, damn observant kids. He smiled at her and said, "If TJ said he is, then yes, he is. But don't tell anyone."

She looked at Sam, eyes wide and nodded. "Okay," she said as she held the door open before running into the kitchen.

Jenn stepped into the living room and smiled, saying, "Come on in. Katie wanted to watch the door for you guys."

Sam, Dean, and Cas stepped into the large living room; Jenn making the introductions.

Cas glanced around before saying, "You appear to have lost one child. You had three while in the park today. I see only two now."

Chris laughed and replied, "Yeah, Joey is hiding out in his room playing on his PS3. Guess he's gearing up for the hard core teenage years, I guess."

Sam nodded his head and said, "We brought a few things to add into dinner. Not a lot, Oreos, chips and salsa. Some soda too."

Cas presented his bag to Jenn with the esteemed look of someone presenting the Queen with a new country. Jenn looked at Cas with a grin and chuckled lightly before taking the bags to the kitchen.

"We're doing fajitas, that all right with you guys," Jenn called from the kitchen.

"Sounds great," Dean remarked as he walked into the kitchen, remembering Sam's instructions to be helpful and to not weirdly avoid Jenn. He glanced over at Chris, who was talking to Sam. And what were the odds that he was shorter than Chris too; friggin sasquatch genes were everywhere.

He glanced in the other room, Cas was being towed away by TJ and Katie, toys in hand. Cas looked at Dean curiously and allowed himself to be propelled down the hallway and out of sight.

Dean chuckled and returned to the kitchen to help Jenn. She was wrist deep in bell peppers, onions, and meat, humming The Ocean under her breath. He looked at her in surprise, but shrugged it off; they were about the same age, after all. Probably had a few similar tastes.

He sat down at the counter on a barstool and watched as she sliced and diced her way through the pile before opening the fridge and setting a Boston Lager in front of him. He glanced at Sam, noticing he already had one in hand. He watched as she uncapped her own Guinness before returning to the stove, still humming.

"Hey Jenn," Dean remarked. "Any clue where your kids have taken Cas to? He's disappeared."

Jenn glanced around the open rooms and said, "Check a few rooms down, I imagine the kids have him. TJ couldn't stop talking about him."

Dean headed down the hallway and headed for the sound of a television. He nearly dropped his beer when he found Cas.

Cas was sitting on the floor, watching Disney's Cars, while TJ explained what was going on; Katie was busy putting tiny pastel barrettes in Cas' hair. Cas seemed completely involved in the movie, asking more questions as TJ explained everything. Leave it to Cas to suddenly be perfectly normal around kids, Dean thought to himself.

Dean headed back into the kitchen, spotting Sam and Chris sitting outside on the patio, talking, drinking, and smoking cigars. He was tempted to join them, but Jenn was still working in the kitchen and he knew it would be rude to leave her there alone. He slid back onto the bar stool and picked up an IPod from the counter. She pointed to a small USB speaker and said, "Find us something to listen to while I finish dinner."

Dean plugged the IPod in and began to shuffle through the playlist, amazed at the song selection. He stopped on The Ocean and hit play. The speaker was better quality than he expected and was even more surprised when Jenn leaned over and cranked the volume, belting out the words with such force that it would have put Dean's shower singing to shame.

He glanced at Sam through the sliding glass door; Sam smirked and shook his head.

Sam turned back to Chris and asked, "So how much longer you guys in Disney for?"

"Just a few more days," Chris said as he motioned with his head at the window towards Jenn, who was busy singing over the stove. "Any longer than that, and I'll have to start sleeping with an eye open."

Sam laughed and asked, "I take it Disney was not her top choice for vacation?"

Chris shook his head and said, "No. Not at all. She was thinking Chicago Comicon, I was thinking Disney. Don't ask me how, but I won this one. I get the impression that your brother was the same way."

"Oh yeah, big time," Sam stated as he rolled his beer bottle in his hand, gazing at it. "I actually didn't tell him where I booked our vacation. He fell asleep at the state line and didn't wake up until I parked the car here at the hotel. I couldn't even let him drive, I was afraid I'd fall asleep and wake to find that he was driving us to some no man's land to look at the world's largest ball of twine or biggest peanut."

Chris snorted into his beer and coughed as he laughed. "Okay, that's pretty bad. When Jenn found out, she pouted for days. Burnt my toast, 'forgot' to wash my uniform, and get this: she always makes me lunch for work and the day after I told her about Disney, she made me a cold cut sandwich and she didn't take the wrappers off the cheese slices! I nearly died from choking."

Sam burst out laughing and said, "I learned a long time ago to be leery of any food Dean makes or offers to me when he's mad."

"Now I just gotta ask, how is it you two-well, you three, are taking this trip together," Chris asked. "Jenn tells me you guys work together. So how can you possibly take a vacation together? Seems like a vacation would be a way to get a break from each other."

Sam ran a hand over his head and nodded. "You're right about that too. But our work is intense and we've had each other's backs for years. Whereas it's really tough to be around each other all the time, it's almost worse when we take a break for any reason. We've done it a few times, one or both of us always manages to find trouble," Sam explained as he watched Dean through the window. "Arguments, hospitalizations, addictions, car crashes, jobs gone wrong, you name it, we've been there and survived that. Since our parents are gone, we take looking after each to a whole new, unhealthy level. And that means if I have to drag my older brother off to Disney, then so be it."

Chris nodded in understanding. He was a soldier. He understood having someone's back.

Inside the tree house, Dean and Jenn were on their way to drunk and nearly disorderly. Jenn stirred the mixture on the stove and squealed as Houses of the Holy burst from the speakers. Dean laughed and tried to keep up with her overly enthusiastic singing. He had to admit, he was having a good time, not that he'd admit that to Sam—ever. He briefly wondered how Sam was doing outside on the deck with Chris; he had glanced outside a few times and noticed they seemed to be in deep conversation, occasionally glancing inside at the rowdy pair and shaking their heads in disbelief.

Jenn set a stack of plates and napkins in front of Dean and motioned to the table. "You wanna set it," she asked. "We're nearly ready."

Dean nodded and picked up the stack before heading to the table. As he worked to set the table, something he didn't think he had ever done before, he suddenly felt time slow down as he observed everything around him: Jenn, with her pink hair, singing happily at the top of her lungs; Chris and Sam having a friendly conversation over a beer; Cas being entertained by two young kids, who were just as entertained by him. As he glanced out the sliding glass door at Sam, laughing and drinking a beer with new friend, Dean realized this was what Sam had really wanted. Not just a trip, not just a vacation; he wanted normal, he wanted friends, and dinners, and everything their life could never be. He felt his stomach sink slightly as he realized it; this is exactly what Sam really wanted. And they might only have a few more days of it.

He would have to try and do better.

"Dean, would you go round up everyone for dinner," Jenn asked as she began to set bowls of food onto the table. "We're ready to eat."

Dean knocked on the patio door and gave the guys the 'let's eat' signal before heading down the hallway. He found the oldest son totally absorbed into his PS3 and had to explain twice that dinner was ready, and that no, he and Sam were not 'together'.

Dean shook his head in disbelief before finding Cas with Katie and TJ.

"Cas, kids, let's go," Dean said as he rapped on the doorframe. "Dinner's getting cold."

Cas trailed behind and looked at Dean curiously before saying, "Are you alright Dean? You seem somewhat somber."

"I'm fine Cas," Dean mumbled. "I'm not the one with two dozen glittery barrettes in my hair."

"Katie assured me they will bring out my eyes; however, I am quite sure my eyes are best suited in their current positions," Cas said as he followed Dean to the table.

"Good plan," Dean said. "Keep them right where they are. Might scare everyone if you don't."

Cas appeared puzzled and was about to ask another question when Dean held his hand up to stop him. "No more questions tonight Cas," Dean stated. "Not until later, like after I can lay down and close my eyes for a while, okay?"

"As you wish, Dean," Cas replied.

Dinner was more involved that Dean was hoping for; Cas being the focus of Jenn's attention. After her fifth question, Cas looked at her and said, "You will have to forgive me. I am unsure how to best answer you and Dean has already stated that he will not be answering any of my questions until his bedtime."

Sam choked on his beer and glowered at Dean.

Dean shrugged and said, "That's not quite how I put it."

"Perhaps Dean will allow me the top bunk tonight and I can pose questions for him to answer. Jenn, I will have better answers for you tomorrow," Cas replied as Sam, Chris, and Jenn snickered as Dean turned bright red.

"He wanted to watch Indiana Jones! I fell asleep in the bunk beds," Dean tried to explain. "It's not a huge deal!"

Two hours, four cigars, a case of beer, and a round of shots later; Dean and Sam were stumbling up their stairs, Cas following behind. Dean was still trying sing, but the lyrics were all jumbled. He giggled slightly when he realized he had messed up Ramble On for the third time.

Sam dropped the keys and sighed. "Cas, a little help maybe," he chuckled as he tried to pick up the keys again.

Cas reached out and took their hands in his own. Sam and Dean instantly felt the coolness of air moving past them and the dizzying sensation of the world shifting.

Sam felt himself falling. He landed face down on his bed; he sighed tiredly and said, "Thanks Cas."

Dean felt the floor rushing up at him, unable to slow himself down.

-THUMP—

"CAS! -What was that," Dean groaned from the floor. He rolled over and held his head. He couldn't tell if it was swimming from the booze or the angel poofing around the hotel.

Cas looked down at him from over the top rail of the bunk bed and said, "You tensed up. I have told you before, to please not move when I am moving you by using my angelic abilities. You will make things worse."

Dean lay on the floor and asked, "Where is Sam?"

"He is asleep in his bed," Cas replied as he dropped the remote on top of Dean. "I would like to watch a movie now."

Seriously," Dean asked with a slight grin even though his head was pounding.

"Yes, the Cars movie will be sufficient," Cas called from the top bunk.

"Who knew," Dean mumbled from his position on the floor. "One trip to Disney and suddenly you're giving up the pizza man for animated automobiles."

Unknown to the Winchesters, just a minute's walk away, Jenn was leaning against her window. She shivered in excitement and the knowledge she had been right. The instant they had disappeared off of their own doorstep, she knew.

Now…what to do about it.

Please review for more mouse ears!

Anyone out there recognize the comment about Sam's ass and Jim Walsh? Ten points to anyone who knows it!

My EXTREME APOLOGIES for the delay on this chapter. I have decided, humor is the hardest thing for me to write. Who knew?!

Winnjennster, thanks for calling off your hellhounds. I WILL FINISH THIS!