"Okay, Cas. Smile, frown when you see the bodies. Do what I do, but don't copy me... Um, do you have your badge?" Dean muttered under his breath to Cas.

They were on a hunt, chasing something that was kidnapping children and depositing their remains on the main road.

Sam was beside him as he walked through the revolving door.

They were halfway across the reception area of the police office when Dean stopped suddenly.

"Ca- Agent Collins?" he called, turning around with a frown.

Castiel, the fearsome Warrior of God; who had braved Hell for one man; who had smited thousands; who had been through so much for his faith... Was stuck in a revolving door.

Dean watched, dumbly, as Castiel was forced to walk around and around in circles, mouthing something at Dean before he was taken on another circuit.

'Dean'

'Dean, help'

Thump.

'Dean, I don't like it'

'Stop Dean, help!'

Cas tried to stop walking but was hit by a door and made to walk around again.

Dean could only watch as the feared Angel, who had rebelled against his brothers, was defeated by a piece of glass and electricity.

Sam was trying to stifle his giggles as he watched.

"Well? Help him." Sam gestured. Now on the sixth turn, Cas was shuffling along, his head down.

"Why do I have to help him?"

"Well, he's your boyfriend."
"He's your best friend."

"You didn't deny it!"

"I was proving a point. Points before... Froints?"

"Froint isn't a word."

"Yeah, it is, its friends mixed with points."

"No, that doesn't make sense."

"Well, neither does Destiel. So shut it."

As they bickered, Cas decided to make a last ditch effort to get out of the spinning glass trap. He was stumbling a bit, obviously dizzy, but he still tried to run through a gap.

Unfortunately, he misjudged it and smashed into the glass wall, making a thumping noise.

"Aw, help him, Dean."

"... I'm only helping him because he's either gunna give himself concussion or he'll manage to pass out from spinning and be dragged around."

"Sure." but Sam had realised if he teased Dean anymore, Dean wouldn't do anything, just to prove a point to him.

As the glass doors spun once more, Dean dashed through the gap and grabbed Cas, who clutched Dean.

Sam couldn't hear what they were saying but it was probably Cas thanking Dean.

A turn later, Dean and Cas were standing in the reception, Cas still holding onto Dean tightly. He was looking up at Dean, like he had saved him from all his brothers and sisters and all the legions of Hell.

Sam strained his ears but he still couldn't hear, reverting to lip-reading:

'Thank you, Dean. If I had Grace, I would smite that thing.'

'Anytime Cas.'

'I love you, Dean'

'I love you too,'

Sam almost hoked on air, but before he could wonder if he had read it right, his brother and his best friend kissed.

Within seconds, they were holding onto each others' suits, lined up, with Dean bending just a bit and Cas ever so slightly on his tiptoes.

They pulled apart, breathless, and walked over to Sam, standing so close you could hardly see their entwined hands.

"Not boyfriends, my arse."