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A grin spread across Dean's face; he was home after the last day of school and his favourite YouTuber had just uploaded a new video. Dean clicked on the link, his smile a permanent fixture on his lips.

'Um, hi, it's Castiel,' the gravelly voice began before the clip jumped from the editing, 'So I've been off school for literally a day and I already know what's going to happen. I will stay here, talking to you people without you reciprocating… for the entire vacation.'

The boy's blue eyes bored into the camera and his shy smile made warmth spread through Dean's chest.

'I'm okay with that, though. I'm okay with staying at home, avoiding being social, talking to a camera. I hope you're okay with that in turn, of course. I just thought I'd post this video to ask if you want me to… do anything in my videos this summer, any suggestions. Because I don't want to bore you,' Castiel's cheeks heated slightly and he smiled again, cautiously. Dean loved how he seemed confident and yet shy and reserved at the same time, as if he were unsure of talking to the strangers yet still comfortable enough to do so.

'So your comments are always welcomed, I'm incredibly sorry about the briefness of this video but once I know what you want me to talk about then… I'll upload more frequently. Um, okay, bye?' Castiel sounded uncertain but still gave the camera one last smile before ending the video. There were already two pages of comments underneath the video and Dean decided to scroll through them.

The top comment simply said 'GABRIEL!'

Dean chuckled as he remembered Castiel's first video with Gabriel, his younger sibling. He had been tagged to talk about one of his siblings and, as Gabriel was on hand, he had been featured in it. Castiel's uncomfortable expression had made Dean laugh and Gabriel's excitable nature compared to Castiel's aloof one made for good viewing. At the end of the video, the younger brother had insisted that they take part in a challenge involving them both seeing how many marshmallows they could stuff in their mouths. By this point Castiel had loosened up and was willing to take part. To see the dark haired boy enjoying himself and laughing freely only made Dean like him more.

Dean decided to watch some of Castiel's older videos before shutting down his laptop and joining his younger brother Sam downstairs.

'Sup, bitch,' Dean greeted, easily smiling at the shorter Winchester.

'Hey, jerk,' Sam shot back, before looking back down at his book, 'Dean!' Sam shouted as his brother snatched the hardback.

'Relax, Sammy, I'm just looking, jeez.'

Sam huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

'Law? Are you serious?'

'Shut up, Dean, just because you only read fiction.'

'Hey, Slaughterhouse Five is based on nonfiction...'

Sam gave Dean one of his bitch faces before grabbing the thick book back and blocking out Dean's attempt at conversation.

'You doing anything in the foreseeable future?'

'Shut up, Dean.'

''Cause I know you like that girl-'

'Dean-'

'-Jess, and what about that Sarah-'

'Dean!'

'-chick… What, Sammy?'

'Don't call me that, Sammy is a chubby twelve year old, my name is Sam.'

'Dude, you're thirteen.'

'Dean, just, please leave me alone. Go watch your boyfriend or something.'

The older boy's eyebrows rose and he stared at the side of Sam's face before talking again, 'S'cuse me?'

'You're insufferable, you know that?' Sam snapped, slamming his book shut before stalking off to his room. Dean grinned in accomplishment before flicking on the TV, skimming through the channels.

'Boring. Crap.' He sighed before turning it off again. He rubbed his calloused hands over his face and groaned. The sound of the front door opening caught his attention and he stood up.

'Boys?' Mary called.

'Here, mom.'

'Dean, honey, could you help me with the groceries?'

Dean strode over to the hall and took the paper bags out of Mary's tired arms.

Mary sighed and grinned at her son, 'Thank you, Dean.'

'S'okay, mom.'

Dean follower his mother into the kitchen and placed the bags unceremoniously on a free counter.

'Good day at school?' she asked, beginning to unpack the contents of one of the bags.

'It was okay. Jo said she was gonna come over within the next few days.'

'Well, she knows she's welcome.'

'Mom, you know she'd come over even if you said no.'

Mary smiled at Dean's words and continued to unpack.

'Jo's quite a girl isn't she?'

Dean's eyes narrowed slightly, 'Um, yeah, yeah she is.'

Mary gave her son a meaningful look.

'No, mom, oh god no, it's not like that, she's like a little sister,' Dean forced out in horror.

'Okay, okay!' Mary held up her hands defensively, chuckling, 'Could you get Sammy down here?'

'Subtle, mom, really,' Dean laughed before leaving the room.

The stairs creaked as he rushed up them to his brother's room.

'Hey, Sammy, mom wants you,' Dean shouted through the closed door at the same time as Sam whined, 'Oh my god Dean go-'

'Mom?' he muttered after Dean stopped speaking.

'Yeah, mom.'

'Oh…' Sam coughed. There was a shuffling sound before Sam opened the door and nearly bumped into his brother. He looked irritated as he pushed past him and made his way down the stairs.

Dean leaned against the wall for a while longer before deciding to go back to his room and, more importantly, his laptop.

The fan whirred as the device started up and Dean grew more and more impatient to see Castiel's face, not caring how creepy that may be.

Hastily, he opened up his internet browser and clicked on his YouTube bookmark. He was surprised to see that Castiel had uploaded another video during the time he'd been downstairs. A smile lit up his face as he clicked on the link.

'Hello-o Cassie stalkers, I have returned!' Gabriel announced, his faced pressed close to the camera lens.

'Gabriel, please,' Castiel's voice was muffled and in the distance, sounding irritated. Gabriel turned to face his brother, swatting at him lightly with his hand.

'They want me, Castiel, stop being so jealous of my minions.'

'Gabriel-'

'Hush, dear brother, and allow me to tal-'

The video had been edited to cut Gabriel off and the video now showed Gabriel and Castiel sitting together in Castiel's usual spot, both boys grinning.

'I apologise for, ehem, that,' Castiel began, shooting a fond look at his brother before turning back to the camera, 'Gabriel can be…energetic.'

'Hells yeah. Anyway, Cassie over here merely resents my popularity among his bitches, i.e, you sexy women-'

'And men,'

'-out there… Oh, of course, the men out-'

The video cut again and Castiel's cheeks looked slightly redder.

'So, moving on, many of you requested a video with… Gabriel. And I'm incredibly sorry that I'm uploading another video so soon-'

'Oh my god, Cas, they want you to upload-'

Dean laughed at the jump in the video, but also felt a twinge of upset over the fact that Castiel just couldn't accept the fact that he had 'fans' or could be complimented.

'Anyway, Gabriel suggested that we try to do something entertaining after stressing that my videos are not nearly entertaining enough, so I've agreed… Um, Gabriel?'

'Kay, bro, this is what's happening. Last time, you nearly threw up eating those marshmallows, correct? So this time, I'm going to try to train you to keep your sugar down.'

'I already regret-'

The video jumped again, leaving Dean chuckling at the worried expression on Castiel's face. The scene changed to a light room with a tiled floor and a counter with stools pushed underneath; Dean assumed that this was the kitchen from a different angle to when it had been featured in some of Castiel's previous videos.

'Okay, so for each piece of candy you don't catch in your mouth, I kick you in the nuts. I call it Nutcracker.'

'Gabriel, I'm not participating in this.'

'Oh my god, fine. No nut kicking. Oh, and I was really looking forward to preventing your future children from existing, too.' Gabriel wore a dramatic pout and had crossed his arms tightly over his chest.

'Just throw the goddamn candy, already!' Castiel commanded, his voice breaking as he tried to stop himself from laughing.

'Okay!'

The video cut to Gabriel throwing an unwrapped sweet at his brother's mouth. Castiel caught it and they both cheered, laughing.

After another ten seconds of Gabriel throwing sweets at Castiel, the video cut once more and Gabriel's face was up close to the camera again.

'I think I broke Cas… He's kinda… throwing up for real this time,' Gabriel had a mock solemn expression on his face and was fighting away a smirk, 'Do you hear that? That's the sound of my brother being a weak ass little bitch!'

Gabriel's voice grew louder towards the end of the sentence, presumably so his brother could hear.

'Go away, satan,' was Castiel's muffled reply.

Gabriel barked out a laugh, 'I think you mean our cousin, you know, Lucifer!'

'Mmmpff.'

Gabriel cupped a hand around his mouth, dramatically whispering to the camera, 'Big bro over there could never hold his candy.'

'Gabriel!'

The video cut to Castiel sitting in his usual position in his room looking pale, 'Um… So yeah, I'm not taking your advice ever again.'

Castiel said it with fondness in his voice and a smile on his lips, 'So hopefully if I don't get too bored between now and… the near future, I will see you next week.'

The screen when black and Dean closed the full screen option. Once again, he began scrolling through the comments:

'I think I'm in love with your brother…'

'I hoep ur ok'

'u threw up? Wtf'

Dean sighed and chose to watch his favourite video of Castiel's which also happened to be his video with the least views. The boy had also made it unlisted rather than public but Dean had kept the link so he could look at it, at Castiel at his most vulnerable, Castiel when he looked most lost, Castiel who Dean desperately wanted to comfort.

'Hi, my name is Castiel and I run a very unpopular YouTube channel,' was his opening. He nervously played with the sleeve of his dark blue sweater and refused to look at the camera. Purple surrounded his puffed up right eye and his lip was split, a graze stretching across his slightly swollen cheek. He looked painfully beautiful even marred with the wounds.

'I'm only making this public until I see fit to remove it or change the privacy, I don't know… I need to speak about this without feeling like I'm bothering anyone. And if people at school can see this, then so be it, because it's seeming as if you have won here.

'What I'm trying to say is that some people really do not appreciate what I have to say. I'm not even sure anyone does, yet I still continue to talk to this camera, this one sided form of lonely communication. I'm not usually one to be affected by this, I continue to do what I do because in a way it does actually make me happy.

'But sometimes it doesn't. Like now. And I wanted to say, to the very few people who actually spend their time watching me for some unknown reason, I wanted to say to you that… if you're ever thinking of doing something like this, be aware that you're… you're making it easy for others to get at you and you're displaying yourself, a part of yourself, to some unforgiving people to see.'

Tears glazed over Castiel's eyes and his voice grew raw with barely cloaked emotion. Dean's chest ached as he carried on watching. He usually reserved watching the video when he felt upset or angry but he merely needed to see Castiel this time, needed to see him in every way possible.

'So please, be mindful of all aspects… of everything that could happen,' Castiel cleared his throat and looked straight at the camera, straight at Dean, 'Thank you for watching me, I mean that from the bottom of my heart because I know I'm not the most likeable person nor the most interesting by any means… Just… Thank you for the encouragement and… hopefully I shall see you next week.'

The screen went black again and Dean stayed staring at it until he heard footsteps approach his door. Hurriedly, he shut his laptop and turned to face the door just as it swung open to reveal Sam.

'Hey D-' Sam glanced suspiciously as his brother, 'Have you been crying?'

'What?'

'You look like… Never mind… Mom says you need to come downstairs for dinner… Dean are you sure you're okay?'

'Sammy, I'm peachy, thanks.'

'I'm not called Sammy.'

'Whatever, Sammy.'

Sam threw up his arms in an exasperated manner before storming out of the room and down the stairs.

Quickly, Dean checked his reflection in the cracked mirror that hung by his door. His eyes looked slightly watery and he cursed under his breath. He dabbed his fingers at his bloodshot eyes and then hurried after Sam, following the scent of his mother's cooking.