Dean woke up to a warm body curled into his and something tickling his nose. He blinked sleepily, smiling when he realized what was brushing his nose was Castiel's pretty spectacular sex hair. Dean breathed in a scent that was uniquely Cas: cinnamon and sunshine. "Are you awake, angel?" He murmured, pressing feather-light kisses onto Cas's shoulder blade. Dean smiled ruefully when he didn't receive an answer. As much as he would love to just go back to sleep and snuggle with Cas, he really had to piss.

Dean slipped from the bed, careful not to jostle Castiel too much, and padded down the stairs in his boxers. He quickly found the bathroom and sighed in relief, dropping his boxers.

A wolf-whistle startled Dean, making him jump mid-stream. He yanked his boxers back up, turning on his heel and glaring. "What the hell!"

Gabriel leaned against the door frame, smirking. "Nice ass, Dean-o. But could you, you know, not run around my house naked? That privilege is reserved for me and me only." Before Dean could do much more than open his mouth, Gabriel was already halfway down the hall. "And close the door! There are other people in this house, bucko. Don't want to scare any innocents."

Dean's cheeks flamed, and he kicked the bathroom door shut so he could finish emptying his bladder.

Dean was halfway back to Castiel's bedroom when he heard the soft cries. The hair on the back of his neck stood straight up, and he raced back into the room, only to find Castiel tossing and turning, the sheet twisting around his legs. "No, no," Cas cried, his arms raising to protect his face from some unknown threat.

"Cas, baby," Dean crooned, touching the thrashing man hesitantly. Castiel's eyes shot open, but he didn't seem to recognize Dean. At least, that was what Dean assumed, since Castiel was currently looking at him with a terrified expression, trying to scoot away as fast as he could. "Cas, it's me, it's Dean," Dean said, his voice breaking.

Castiel froze, eyes locked on Dean's. His expression morphed, and he looked horrified with himself. "I'm so sorry, Dean," he whimpered, curling into himself, tears streaming down his face. Dean sighed, thankful that Cas was back to himself, but worried about the smaller man. He crawled onto the bed, pulling Castiel into his lap.

"Shh, Cas," Dean murmured, clutching Castiel to his chest. He rubbed small circles into the small of his boyfriend's back, pressing soft kisses into Cas's hair. "You had a nightmare, but you're okay baby. I've got you. I've got you."

Castiel locked his legs around Dean's waist, resting his head on the larger man's broad shoulder. He smiled slightly when he heard Dean start to sing in low, comforting tones.

"All of the dreams we held so close, seemed to all go up in smoke. Let me whisper in your ear: Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here? Oh, Angie, don't you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet, I hate that sadness in your eyes."

Dean could feel Castiel's body relaxing, and he sang softer. "But Angie, Angie, ain't it time we said goodbye? With no loving in our souls, and no money in our coats, you can't say we're satisfied. But Angie, I still love you baby, everywhere I look I see your eyes.

"There ain't a woman that comes close to you. Come on, baby, dry your eyes. But Angie, Angie, ain't it good to be alive? Angie, Angie, they can't say we never tried."

-(changing perspectives)-

Gabriel sat against the wall in the hallway, listening to his best friend croon a rock ballad to his baby brother, hands balling into fists. He knew this would happen; why didn't Cassy listen to him? Gabriel should never have taken Cassy's word that the nightmares had stopped; he should never have believed that a simple bout of puppy-love and adoration would be enough to erase his baby brother's terrors.

The last notes of the song drifted through the thin walls, and Gabriel really had to admire Dean's voice. He had never heard his friend sing before. "You're not half-bad, Winchester." Gabriel pulled himself up, stretching his legs and arms as he tip-toed into the spare room-turned-Cassy's-bedroom.

Dean's face flushed lightly, but other than that, he didn't react. He continued to rub Castiel's back with one hand, while the other was placed on Castiel's hip, supporting the sleeping man. "Did you mean my singing or just me in general?"

Gabriel quirked a brow and he had the barest hint of a smirk on his lips. "Both." He nodded to his softly snoring brother. "Did he tell you what it was about?"

Dean didn't even try to feign ignorance. He had surmised from Castiel's quick realization that these night-terrors had happened before. "No. I think I woke him up; at least, his eyes were open. He wasn't seeing me though; he was looking in my direction like he was afraid for his life. But after I started talking to him, he seemed to come out of it. Once he realized what had happened, he started saying he was sorry, and I just held him, the idiot." Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes at Gabriel's sudden glare. "He's an idiot because he seemed to think I'd be upset with him for what happened. But, anyway, I pulled him into my lap and started singing, and that calmed him down pretty quick. Next thing I knew, he was asleep."

Gabriel smiled fondly. "Yeah, Cassy always did fall asleep fastest to music. Our mother used to play for him when he was a baby. She even had Father buy a new piano strictly for Castiel's room, because it soothed him so well." He watched his brother's back, rising and falling with each steady breath. "Of course, that stopped after a while, but Cassy still loves to be sung to."

Dean smiled; Sammy used to like it when his older brother sang him lullabies, too. Not that either of them would admit that now, though. He rested his level gaze on Gabriel. "Do you know why he was having a nightmare?"

"No," Gabriel exclaimed, too quickly. He grimaced when Dean started to glare at him. "Fine, fine. I don't know what this nightmare was about, although I have a pretty good idea. Cassy's been plagued by them ever since he came here. They seemed to stop for a bit, after he started seeing you, but I knew it wouldn't last, despite Castiel's protestations."

Dean waited patiently for his friend to continue explaining, but he was met with silence. "And?"

Gabe sighed, throwing a dirty look at Dean. "If I could tell you, I would. But it isn't my place to tell. Besides, I only know the outline. He refuses to tell me the specifics."

Dean scoffed. "Kind of like you used to do with me, when you talked about your life before you came here?" Gabe blanched, and Dean continued angrily. "Must be a family trait."

Gabriel growled. "If you weren't currently holding my brother, Winchester, I would punch you. Cassy and I have our reasons for keeping our secrets. It isn't our way to burden others with things we feel are best kept to ourselves. It was something I thought you and I had in common." His eyes flashed dangerously, but after a moment, Gabriel seemed to shrink into himself, making him seem smaller than he already was. "But I understand how you feel. I wish Castiel would just tell me what the hell happened, that it isn't a burden, but I can't make him open up. The only thing pushing him would do is cause him to bottle everything up even more." He gave a strained smile. "Stubbornness isn't just a family trait, it's practically a requirement."

Ω

Castiel woke to a cold space in his bed where Dean should have been. He mewled as he stretched his limbs, trying not to focus on how disappointed he was that Dean had slipped away while he slept. It was only as he was searching for a pair of clean boxers that Castiel noticed a note stuck to his dresser with Blu-Tack. He grinned; Dean was such a teacher.

Cas

I can already feel you judging me, so shut up. I don't carry that sticky crap around with me, but I had some in my pockets from school yesterday, and it worked. I didn't want to leave without telling you, but you looked so peaceful sleeping, and I really didn't want to mess with your dreams. I don't know if you remember or not, but I did kiss you; baby, you're really easy to turn on when you're asleep ;) I had some stuff to do today, but text me when you wake up, yeah? I'd love to spend the day with you. - D

Castiel grinned from ear to ear, clutching the little note as he glided into the kitchen, humming a Lady Gaga song under his breath. His grin, if possible, widened when he smelled something heavenly. "Pancakes!"

Gabriel rolled his eyes, reaching around to grab another plate from the cupboard. "I have to share?" He whined, but gave his little brother a generous helping anyway. He drizzled chocolate sauce over each individual pancake, before holding the bottle out to Castiel. "Want some?"

Cas wrinkled his nose. "Your taste for sweets is very extreme, Gabriel. I'd rather have some maple syrup, if you have any."

"Of course I have some. It goes well with caramel on ice cream."

Castiel pretended to gag as he retrieved the syrup from the cupboard. "That is disgusting, Gabriel. You really need to diversify in your eating habits. Honestly, how haven't you developed diabetes yet?"

Gabe winked. "I have magical capabilities." He grinned when Castiel rolled his eyes. "I'm serious, Cassy, I do. Not just for my health, either; the girls say I'm absolutely sublime in bed. Of course, that could just be natural talent, since you know I'm naturally amazing. My magic is just supplemental."

"Gabe!" Cas whined, making a face. "I don't want to hear about your sexual activities."

"Why not? I think it's only fair, since I had to actually hear yours." Gabriel gave his brother a knowing smirk, and Castiel blushed from his toes to the top of his head.

"Shut up," Cas mumbled, methodically cutting up his pancakes and sticking little bites into his mouth. "We weren't that loud."

Gabriel scowled. "Yes, you were," he said, annoyed. "Kali freaking left because she didn't want to do anything while my little brother was getting off in the next room."

Castiel grinned, pouncing. "Who's Kali?"

Gabriel gave Cas a warning look. "When is Dean going to introduce you to Sam?"

Castiel recoiled as if he had been smacked. He picked up his fork and pushed at the mushy remains of pancake on his plate. Gabe sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. But if you get to keep your private life, well, private, then can't I do the same? It's just a fling, anyway. If it gets serious, I'll bring her home to meet the cavalry, but I don't want you scaring away my girl. You already did that enough last night." Gabriel poked the sullen man's arm, grinning.

Castiel sighed good-naturedly, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. "It wasn't my fault," he protested jokingly.

"Really," Gabriel deadpanned.

"No. I blame Dean."

Gabriel snickered. "Yeah, it sure sounded like you were blaming him last night. 'Oh, Dean, more, more, don't stop'" Castiel's skin turned a rather unhealthy-looking shade of red, and Gabe chuckled, ruffling his brother's hair. "It's okay, you know, to be happy with this guy. I'm only teasing because it's good to see you so lifelike lately."

Castiel glowered, attempting to fix his hair, but he soon gave up. It was going to be a mess, anyway, so why bother? "I think I'm going to look for a job today."

Gabriel beamed. "That's wonderful, Cassy!" He hesitated. "You aren't going to, well… What you did previously?"

Castiel averted his eyes, lips thinning with displeasure. "No. I think I will look downtown. There seems to be a cluster of delightful looking shops that I could look at. I was going to start there, and maybe save up to go back to school." He glanced up at his brother shyly. "Maybe doing something I want to do, for a change."

Gabriel smirked. "And here I thought you already were doing something for yourself." Castiel looked confused. "You're doing Dean, duh," Gabe explained, looking disappointed with Castiel's poor sense of humor.

Castiel replied by throwing his syrupy fork at his brother's head. "I'm not doing Dean, you assbutt." He pursed his lips thoughtfully, then added, "Well, not yet, anyway."

"You have terrible insults, little bro!" Gabriel yelled to Castiel's retreating back, chuckling when he received a middle finger before Castiel was completely out of view.

Gabriel had just finished rinsing his dishes and was on his way to his bedroom for a well-deserved mid-morning nap when he heard his brother speaking through the thin walls. "Yeah, Dean, that sounds great…" Gabriel grinned, pumping his fist in the air before yelling at the top of his lungs, "Yeah, Cassy, GET SOME!"

"GABRIEL!"

Ω

"Dammit, Robbie!"

"Dammit, Robbie!" Robbie Singer parroted, grinning at his uncle.

"Da- Dangit, kid, your mom's gonna kill me for corrupting you," Dean whined, pleading with the four-year-old.

"What's corruptin' mean, Uncle Dean?" the little towhead asked, blinking his big puppy-dog eyes innocently.

"I gotta stop lettin' you hang out with Sam, kid; you're way too good at that," Dean chuckled.

"But I like Uncle Sammy! And his friend with the pretty hair."

Dean opened his mouth to question the boy, but he was interrupted by the front door opening. "Hello, Dean. I'm sorry I'm late, but I go-," Castiel's eyes widened, gaze trained on Robbie. "What do we have here?"

Dean shot his boyfriend an apologetic look. "Cas, this is Robbie, Ellen and Bobby's son. Sorry, Cas, Jo just dropped him off with a note pinned to his t-shirt that said I was babysitting." Dean glanced at Robbie and muttered, "Your sister is a butthead."

Robbie nodded seriously, and Cas looked amused, mouthing the word 'butthead'. Dean glared.

"I'm Robbie!" The small boy announced, turning his soft brown eyes on Castiel. "This is my Uncle Dean." Dean winced slightly when Robbie's chubby hand 'patted' (Dean preferred to call it smacking) his head a few times.

Castiel gave the child a genuine smile, kneeling down to Robbie's level. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Robbie. My name is Castiel."

Robbie giggled. "That's a funny name. Cass-tee-el." He sounded it out, wrinkling his nose.

Cas chuckled. "Most people would agree with you. Some people call me Cas, though."

"Are you Uncle Dean's friend?"

Castiel bit his lip. "Yeah, I am." He glanced at Dean, who smiled, and the knot in Castiel's stomach loosened.

"Are you his best friend?" Robbie blinked his chocolatey eyes, and Castiel could now relate to all of Dean's stories about Sam using those eyes to get something he wanted.

"I suppose I am, yes." Once again, Castiel locked eyes with Dean, who smirked at the smaller man.

Robbie turned back to Dean. "Does that mean Cas is my uncle, too?"

Dean and Cas exchanged nervous looks. Dean deliberated. "If you want him to be," he finally decided.

Robbie whooped, launching himself into Castiel's arms. Cas let out a surprised 'oomph' at the sudden weight. "More uncles!" Robbie yelled, grinning.

Castiel turned his amused gaze on Dean. "I suppose this means we will have to reschedule our, ahem, previous plans," he murmured ruefully, while Dean blushed.

"Why's Uncle Dean all pink?" Robbie stage-whispered, and Cas raised a brow, fighting the urge to laugh. "Because he's constipated," Castiel replied, somehow keeping a straight face.

"Is that when you can't poop?" Robbie inquired, eyes wide. Cas nodded gravely, a wicked glint in his eyes, as Dean glared menacingly. Robbie, meanwhile, continued. "Mommy has medicine for that," he said earnestly, giggling behind his chubby hand.

"I'm gonna kill you, Cas," Dean grumbled, glaring at his boyfriend. Cas smirked and stuck out his tongue, holding on to the boy in his arms like a protective shield.

"Uncle Dean, I'm hungry," Robbie complained, wriggling around in Castiel's lap until he was facing the blond man.

Cas snorted, lifting Robbie off of his lap and onto the middle couch cushion next to Dean. "I'll get you something, Rob." He ruffled the boy's blond hair, smiling fondly. "Do you want something, too, Dean?"

Dean grinned. This felt so… domestic. He didn't take the time to analyze why this made him so happy, preferring just to live in the moment. "I'll make Robbie some macaroni if you would make me a turkey sandwich," he offered, his heart jumping when Cas agreed.

Dean ruffled Robbie's hair. "Be good while we get lunch ready, okay?" The child nodded absently, too in to the Power Rangers show he was watching. Dean chuckled, walking into his kitchen to find Castiel humming as he pulled out a loaf of bread.

Dean couldn't resist. He sidled up to his boyfriend, sliding his arms around Castiel's middle. "You're a cute little housewife," he whispered teasingly, pressing a kiss to Cas's neck.

"Dean," Cas breathed, loving the feel of Dean's lips. "Aren't you supposed to be making mac and cheese?" Dean sank his teeth into Castiel's shoulder in response, and Cas hissed with pleasure. "Dean! Your nephew is in the next room!"

Dean groaned quietly, nuzzling Castiel's neck. "But I missed you," he complained, gripping Castiel's hips and pulling his ass back to grind against Dean's crotch. "Maybe if we're quiet…"

Cas laughed breathlessly, relaxing into Dean's touch. "Baby, we can't," he mumbled, gripping the counter to keep himself upright. "We just have to wait."

"I don't want to wait," Dean murmured, nipping lightly along the soft skin of Cas's neck. "We'll be real quick, I promise."

"What about Robbie?" Castiel managed to gasp, feeling his resolve crumble. He knew that Dean knew he was Castiel's weakness; all Dean had to do was start kissing him and eventually he would agree to whatever Dean wanted.

"Yeah, Dean, what about my son?"

Both men whipped around to see Ellen standing in the doorway with a wry grin on her lips. Castiel froze. "It's not what it looks like, ma'am, I swear," he started to protest, but one look at Dean's relaxed posture stalled him.

Dean smiled guiltily. "Ellen knows," he revealed, biting his lip.

Ellen crossed her arms. "Yes, I do. It was a little hard not to notice when the damn boy was checking out every good-lookin' man in my bar when he was a teenager, and then he brings you in, and with the way you two were behavin', I could just tell. And while I'm happy for you two, my son is in the next room."

Dean blushed beet-red. "Sorry, Ellen, I, uh… Got a little carried away. See, today was-,"

Ellen held up a hand, effectively shushing the man. She grimaced. "I don't wanna know all the kinky stuff you two were gonna get up to. And Jo is gonna get an earful when she gets to the bar for her shift tonight, you can bet your ass. But right now, you're in charge of my baby, Dean, and I expect you to behave like it. So, next time, save the sex for when you aren't babysitting. Capisce?"

"Yes, ma'am," Dean responded sheepishly. He took Castiel's hand, a smile gracing his lips. "Ellen, I wanted you to meet my boyfriend, Castiel Novak." Cas's entire body seemed to radiate happiness, that's how hard he was smiling.

Ellen's expression softened. "Even though we've already met, it's a pleasure. You've been good for my boy, and I'm glad to have you." She pulled the smaller man in for a gentle hug, mussing his hair. "Now, if this chucklehead gives you any trouble, you come to me, yo hear? I'll sort him out."

"Hey!" Dean protested indignantly. "I'm a wonderful person to be around. Aren't I, Cas?"

Castiel looked from his boyfriend to Ellen, fighting a smirk. "I'm staying out of this one," he chuckled, squeezing Dean's hand.

Ellen smiled at them both fondly. "Dean, you go pack up Robbie for me, will you? I want to have a little talk with Cas, here."

Dean immediately looked wary. "I thought you liked him, Ellen," he said cautiously, reluctant to leave Castiel alone.

"I do! What, are you afraid I'm going to scare him away?" Ellen teased, pinching Dean's forearm. "He makes you happy, Dean; I wouldn't ruin that for you. I just want to pick his brain a bit. Now, hop to!"

Dean relaxed a little, giving Cas a light kiss and an apologetic grimace before jogging into the living room. "Robbie! Your mom's here!"

Ellen waited until Dean was out of earshot to take Castiel's hand in her own. "I'm not usually one for big emotional speeches, but I think I need to do something of the sort right now. I'm pretty sure being a secret isn't how you want your relationship to go, and I know it isn't how Dean wants this to go, either, but just promise me you'll give him time, okay? Dean is a good boy, but he's very touchy about his sexuality. He hasn't had very good experiences with coming out, and his brother means the world to him. Even though I know Sammy would accept him for who he is in a heartbeat, Dean isn't as sure. It might take him a while to tell people, but he'll get there. I just want to make sure you're in it for the long haul, and you aren't going to skip out on my boy after you get fed up of waiting."

Castiel looked into Ellen's eyes sincerely. "I'm in this for as long as Dean wants me," he said truthfully. "I haven't met anyone who makes me feel like Dean does in a long time, and I want this to go somewhere. I knew before we went on our first date that Dean hadn't come out of the closet yet, and I wouldn't be here if I wasn't okay with letting Dean tell people in his own time."

Ellen stared at Castiel thoughtfully, a grin forming on her lips. "I'm glad, Cas. I'm glad it's you he's taking a shot with."

Ω

After Ellen left with Robbie, Castiel and Dean traded the most amazing blow jobs Cas had ever had – or given. They fell onto the couch, blissed out in their post-sex haze, and quickly dozed off. It was an hour before Castiel woke to find his boyfriend pressing kisses to every bit of bare skin he could get to.

"Dean, I'm hungry." Castiel chuckled as Dean paused what he was doing, his boyfriend's lips millimeters away from Cas's. "Not that this isn't wonderful, because it is," Cas backtracked quickly, grinning at the frown on Dean's lips, "but I'm starved." As if to emphasize his point, Castiel's stomach rumbled noisily.

Dean pouted, nipping Castiel's lower lip. "No fair. Whenever I'm hungry, you tell me to suck it up."

Cas grinned, toying with the flimsy collar of Dean's plaid button-up shirt. "That's because you'll say you're hungry right after you've eaten a feast. Besides, look at you. You would survive without a few meals." Castiel tickled Dean's slight pudge, his grin widening as Dean squirmed. "But me? I'm skin and bones!" Cas cried dramatically.

"I know of one particular bone that's pretty well off," Dean purred suggestively, pressing light kisses down Cas's neck.

Reluctantly, Castiel gripped Dean's shoulders and pushed back. "Food first, sex later. Do you have popcorn? I want to watch a movie," Cas decided, already scanning Dean's DVD selection for something interesting.

Dean rolled his eyes as he got to his feet. "You're pretty bossy for someone so unemployed," Dean teased, pressing a light kiss to Castiel's forehead and mussing his already-wild hair.

"Dean!" Cas cried indignantly, attempting to smooth down his raven locks. "Actually," he said tentatively, "I'm no longer unemployed."

Dean jerked in surprise, nearly dropping the box of popcorn he had grabbed out of the cupboard. A proud grin spread across his lips. "That's great, baby! Where at?"

"At the bookstore downtown. The owners are very friendly, and, after I said something about my brother, they said they had a granddaughter in your class who absolutely adores you and Gabriel. They may or may not have hired me on the spot after I told them we were friends." Castiel paused, and then snorted. "Really, Dean? Dirty Dancing?"

Dean visibly reddened, throwing the package of popcorn into the microwave. "Swayze always gets a pass!"

Cas chuckled, replacing the movie. His next question was hesitant. "Dean?"

"Yeah, Cas?"

"It's okay that I alluded to my employers that we are friends, right?" Cas's voice wavered slightly, revealing how nervous he really was.

Dean was about to answer when the front door burst open. "'Sup, fuckers!"

Dean's jaw dropped. "Adam?" he screeched, running to embrace his little brother. "What the hell took you so long, man?"

The sandy-haired teen grinned sheepishly. "I convinced Dani to reconsider kicking me out. She stuck to her original plan, though, after a week, when she found me making out with her sister."

Dean frowned, smacking the back of Adam's head without any real force behind it. even if his baby brother was a jackass, Dean was too happy to see him to care. "I raised you better than that, Adam."

Adam had the good grace to look ashamed of himself, at least, until he spotted Castiel on the sofa. "Who's that?"

"That's Castiel Novak. He's my friend, and we were gonna watch a movie, before some asshole interrupted us," Dean said smoothly, smirking at Adam. He risked a glance at Cas and smiled. The smaller man visibly relaxed.

"On a Friday night? Aren't you usually trolling for chicks at the Roadhouse by now?" Adam asked curiously, snorting at Dean's indignant expression. "Hey, those are Sam's words, not mine. Where is ol' Sammy, anyway?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "What, did I teach you no manners? It's considered polite to introduce yourself. Cas, this is my incorrigible youngest brother, Adam Milligan," Dean said happily, tousling Adam's carefully spiked hair, earning himself a glare from the younger man.

"Dean, quit fuckin' up my hair!" Adam whined, extricating himself from his brother's embrace. He grinned at Castiel, sticking out his hand. "Nice to meet ya, Cas. Don't believe anything Dean said about me; he's just jealous that I got the good looks of the family."

Cas couldn't help but grin as he shook Adam's hand. "It's nice to meet you, as well, Adam."

Adam looked immensely proud of himself. "There, I introduced myself, Mom," he snickered, smirking at Dean. "Now where's Sam? He promised me a steak dinner if I got here before Christmas."

"He's out with Jess, I imagine," Dean replied, cheeks beginning to hurt from smiling so much. He couldn't help himself; no matter how much he bitched about his brother, Dean loved having him home again. "And stop callin' me 'mom', dumbass. I'm much to macho to be someone's mom."

Adam rolled his eyes, dropping into the seat beside Cas. He grinned at Dean. "Hey, he finally told you about Jess!"

Dean scowled, outraged. "What, was I the last one to know?!"

"If it helps, I just found out now," Castiel offered, trying to fight a smile.

Adam guffawed. "Dude, awesome! Pound it!" He held out his fist, and Castiel bumped his own against it cautiously. Adam laughed again. "Dean, where did you get this guy? Can I get one, too?"

Dean frowned. "He's a person, Adam, treat him like one," he snapped, feeling irrationally angry. No, Adam, you cannot get one, too, Dean thought crossly, scowling at the pair on the sofa. Castiel was arguing very animatedly about the pros and cons of Star Wars vs. Star Trek with his little brother, and Adam's toes brushed Castiel's thigh, and Dean wanted to get a ruler and demand that Adam stay at least a foot from his Cas at all times.

Dean's thoughts continued in that direction until he heard his name, distantly. He shook his head, blinking. "What?"

Cas and Adam tried to stifle their laughter. "I said, the popcorn is done," Adam snickered, clutching his sides.

Castiel grinned. "Hurry up!" The smaller man yelled excitedly, holding up a DVD case. "We're going to watch Ted!"

*The song Dean is singing to Castiel is Angie by the Rolling Stones, a personal favorite (:

And I know, I know, SO much fluff and filler, but I always love a little cute fluffy Destiel (and I'm a little stuck) so I decided to add some little drabbles in.