@CastielNovak As much as I love you all, please do not say hi if you recognize me if I am with someone. Wait until I am free to give you my undivided attention. Thank you all.
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(Dean: bold, Cas: italics)

Hey

Hey

Jack

Hey

Jack

Read: 11:57am

Jack I know you read it answer me

I am busy.

Not busy enough to read my texts

What do you want?

We're going to the carnival tonight

It is a Friday night, Dean. Would you not rather go out and have fun with a lady?

But its a carnival and Gabe will be there

How do you know?

Cause sam is

And?

I wanna go to the carnival:(

You are a child, Dean.

Get over it. Youre going. I can pick you up at your place

What if I have plans?

Cancel them

Cas sighed, putting his phone down on the stand next to his easel. He was currently teaching a class.

It was a purple, red, and blue sunset as a backdrop behind blue mountains with snow caps. On the bottom was green grass and small flowers off in the corner. White clouds littered about the sky. Castiel thought it was a rather mediocre painting but it ended up turning out better than he had expected.

The class was about halfway in, having just finished the sunset, clouds, and started the mountains. Castiel gave the instructions, standing proud and tall. He walked around the class casually checking them over.

Each person had similar results. The differences would be some people can't blend, some prefer a more orange sunset than purple, some wanting their clouds to be the stereotypical clouds everyone imagines rather than reality.

That was the thing about art that fascinated Cas. Even if someone followed his instructions exactly, they would still end up with different results. He loved art for the uniqueness. Everyone had their own style.

He stepped back up onto the stage and picked his phone up again.

Whats your address

Cas sent him it.

Isnt that the place where gabes party was? I thought his brothers lived with him

Cas inwardly scolded himself for not realizing his mistake.

Yes, Dean. And no, I live there with Gabe and his family.

Whats your last name then

Cas was now screaming in his head. He fucked up and he knew it. Dean was becoming suspicious.

Kline

According to Cas's father, that was his mom's last name.

But i talked to one of gabes brothers and he said only his siblings and brothers boyfriend lived there

He knew he had to get back to class or else they'd end up going over time.

I am living there until my house can be finished building. I did not want him going around telling people I am homeless. I must get back to work. I will see you later, Dean.

He sighed, putting his phone back down. It buzzed a few times on the stand but he ignored it.

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He had no idea what to wear. "Gabe!" he yelled from his bedroom, hoping his brother was home. He was wearing nothing but boxers but that was fine. They were siblings.

A bed squeaked in the next room over and the sound of footsteps grew as Gabe approached his brother's room. "What's up, Cassie?"

He walked in and kept his eyes drilled straight into Cas's. It was their agreement - Cas would take the beatings meant for Gabe and Gabe wouldn't look. Gabe didn't want the agreement but if he did, Cas would leave. He didn't want to be without his big brother. "I do not know what to wear," Cas started.

"Just wear a t-shirt and jeans with sneakers," Gabe replied casually. Cas blinked and tilted his head slightly. Gabe groaned. "How are you confused?"

He walked towards Castiel's closet and opened it. He started digging around for appropriate clothing. "I do not understand why those clothing pieces. I want to appear more normal," he said, mumbling the last part.

Gabe looked over his shoulder, smiling. "Why, you find a boyfriend that questions your clothing?" Cas didn't reply, he just looked away with a red face.

Gabe pulled out an appropriate outfit - a pair of black skinny jeans, high-top cream colored vans, and a plain, royal blue shirt that matched his eyes. Castiel didn't own any printed shirts, just original, designless ones. "Thank you, Gabe."

The younger brother walked towards the bedroom door to leave but stopped next to it. He had a hand wrapped around the edge of the door, chest parallel to it. He peered around to reply, "It's no problem, Cassie. Dean is picking us up in five minutes so you might want to hurry."

"Gabe!" Cas yelled. The younger brother left the room laughing and closed the door behind him. Cas slipped on the clothes and his vans before rushing to the bathroom. He put some more scentblockers on and brushed his teeth again. His hair was a mess but he didn't have enough time to fix it. He ran down the stairs and grabbed his wallet and keys and shoved them in his pockets. Gabe was already downstairs sucking on a lollipop, sitting on the couch texting.

Cas's phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out.

We're here

"They are here," Cas said, looking at Gabe. He jumped up from the couch and made his way out of the front door. Cas rolled his eyes and followed him out. "Bye, Anna!" he yelled inside before shutting the door and locking it. He walked towards the car, bouncing a little as he walked off the steps. He got in the seat behind Dean while Gabe got in behind Sam.

"Have you ever been to a carnival, Jack?" Dean said, backing out of the driveway.

"No," he replied, looking out the window to his left. He wasn't used to sitting in the back seat. "Have you?"

"Yeah, Sammy and I go every year."

"It's Sam," the man in the passenger seat mumbled.

"What do you do at carnivals?" Gabe asked curiously.

"You have fun! There's a lot of fun games but - just warning you - Sam hates clowns," Dean said to Gabe.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, smacking his older brother's right arm harshly.

Gabe smirked in his seat and continued texting. "Are you and Sam texting each other?" Cas asked, peering over to look at Gabe's phone.

Gabe tilted his phone and body away from Cas to hide. "No!" he yelled.

"Yes, you are!" Cas exclaimed.

Dean laughed, "Wow, you guys are right next to each other and still can't talk. Grow some balls already!"

"Hey, we both have balls, for your information. We got twice the power you lame-o straight men do!" Gabe retorted.

Dean's nose shriveled in disgust as Sam laughed. Castiel just sat there smiling to himself. "That's gross," Dean replied.

"Okay, homophobe, how would you like if I started bashing you liking women?" Gabe asked, finally looking up from his phone.

Dean shrugged. "I'm still gonna be with them."

"You sound ingaynile," Gabe said.

"What the hell is ingaynile?" Sam asked before Dean could.

"He's indenial about being gay."

Dean immediately responded, "I am not gay. Never have been, never will be."

Cas couldn't help but feel his heart sink. He knew he was getting his hopes up but he couldn't help himself. I am so pathetic for ever thinking differently. I was right all along. He sighed, turning his head to look out the open window.

That was shortlived as Gabe had poked Cas's arm, leaning towards him, saying, "Heya, Cassie?"

"Hmm?" he hummed, looking at his brother.

Gabe leaned towards Cas to whisper in his ear, "I'm sorry." Cas did his little confused head tilt as Gabe sat upright again. Gabe flicked his eyes towards Dean and he got the hint. He faked a shrug and turned back towards the window. He rested his elbow on the door next to the open window with his hand on his shoulder, chin perched on top of it. His heart was still in his stomach.

They pulled into the Lawrence Fire Department parking lot; that's where the carnival was being held. Dean parked almost perfectly. Sam and Dean stepped out of the car and shut their doors simultaneously causing Cas and Gabe to share a 'WTF' look.

The carnival was huge. There were aisles of games towards the front. At the very front were three food stands. In the very back, the fire department's second building - where all of the desk jockeys worked - was turned into a scary haunted house. Nearby were a few other rides such as Teapots and Superman.

"Why is there a haunted house? It is the beginning of June," Castiel said, thinking out loud. He looked at his watch on his right wrist as if he somehow had slept through four months.

"Don't question it, Jack. Just accept it. It looks awesome," Dean stated, eyeing the building. "Let's go." He walked towards the house and Cas looked between Sam and Gabe. They just shrugged and followed him. Cas decided to do the same.

Cas ended up laughing as he saw the attraction attendant not letting him through. He heard Dean yell something about, "well we could buy tickets at the rides last year!" and got the idea. He made his way over towards a ticket booth. He handed the lady a $100 bill and she eyed it suspiciously. He shrugged and put his hands in his front pockets. She put the money up to the light and then put it back down. She gave Cas three rolls labeled 'fourty' and he went on his way.

Cas walked up to the haunted house to see Dean trying to argue his way in. "Dean," Cas interrupted. He looked down at the tickets and back up at Cas.

"I thought I told you to never pay for me again," he growled, eyes glaring menacingly. Apparently, Cas didn't learn from last time.

He gulped and mumbled an, "I'm sorry. It won't happen again," and handed them the tickets. His heart sank even further. He couldn't even make his crush happy without pissing him off first.

Cas handed the attendant a roll and let them through. He put the other rolls on his wrist after noticing he didn't have pockets that would be able to carry them. He missed his trenchcoat.

Paying less than a dollar per ticket and the haunted house being only ten tickets, the four were impressed by how cheap it was. They were hoping it wasn't cheap looking.

Sam and Gabe were held behind us, something about 'no parties bigger than two'. Dean already didn't like being without his brother. "Well why don't me and you go, Sammy?" he had said, trying to pawn off Cas.

Gabe and Cas shared a look before Gabe responded, "He needs his protector!" He stood up straight and locked his elbow around Sam's, imitating a military man. Dean scoffed and turned around, heading inside with Cas beside him.

Immediately, it was dark. They could only see a flickering light at the end of the hallway, hanging on the right wall next to a door. It was eerily quiet. They couldn't even hear the carnival kids laughing outside. Cas looked up at Dean to see him straight faced. He looked back towards the light and the two walked forwards.

They were about a quarter of the way to the light when it suddenly got extremely cold. They both stopped and were wide eyed. "It was probably just the A/C," Dean said, his voice dripping with worry.

Cas moved back a few steps to feel it was still cold. "I do not hear any," he responded. Dean continued to walk forward, Cas now shivering behind him.

A crunch sound could be heard and Dean stopped instantly. He looked mortified. "What the hell did I just step on?" he asked precariously. He lifted his foot and moved it back.

Cas squatted down towards the ground, legs separated and sitting on his heels. He could barely see in this light. "I cannot tell," he responded.

"Is there anything else nearby that looks like what I could've stepped on?" Dean asked, his voice wavering.

Cas looked around. "The only other things I see are bones and an arm," he answered.

"Bones?! An arm?! Fuck this shit!" Dean cursed, bolting towards the doorway and up the steps. Cas stood and followed him, walking at a casual pace as the lightbulb popped, breaking behind him after he walked past. Cas was confused when he ran straight into a hard object. "Who the fuck-" Dean yelled, spinning around to see Cas.

"My apologies, Dean. I cannot see and did not know you were there," he apologized. It was pitch black now and Cas couldn't see anything. Not even the hunk in front of him.

He scoffed. "Yeah, well pay attention next time." Cas was offended. Who does he think he is to force me to come to this carnival just to be rude?

Cas heard Dean's footsteps extend further away. "Dean? Where are you going?" he asked the darkness.

"What do you mean? I haven't moved," he said, still the same distance from Cas as he was.

"I hear footsteps," he said calmly.

Dean stayed quiet as he listened. Suddenly, a bright light turned on and they could see they were in the glass room. "Fuck," Dean groaned.

Cas simply walked forward, his arms out in front of him to feel where there was no glass as he made his way through the maze. All of the sudden, he turned and could no longer see Dean behind him in the reflection. "Dean?" Cas called out.

"Jack? Where'd you go?" Dean yelled. It seemed far away.

"I made a right." He attempted to turn around for him but ended up finding a bright red 'EXIT' sign at the top of each glass panel. "I see the exit sign," he called out.

"Where?" Dean asked, seemingly a lot closer.

"I do not know, it looks like-" he was cut off by another body ramming into him. He backed away into one of the glass panels to see it was Dean.

"Really?!" he roared. "Why would you just stand there?" He was angry but Cas couldn't focus on that.

Dean was within a foot of him and Cas's lungs were full of Dean's scent. He was too focused on containing the slick threatening to leak from him and keeping a boner at bay. He could barely breathe. It seemed as though them being in a confined space together made it worse than normal. He turned around to try and look for the exit and he ran for it.

"Jack?" Dean asked, his voice still close as he followed Cas out the exit, down the stairs, and outside.

Once Cas was a good distance away, probably about five feet, could he successfully breathe again. It was getting harder and harder to control himself the more time he spent with him. It had almost sent him into heat now multiple times. He crouched down again, elbows on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. Okay, no more close proximity.

"Jack? You okay, buddy?" Dean said, coming up behind him and putting a hand on his upper back. Does he not understand what consent is?

Cas didn't respond. He kept breathing heavily. Dean didn't know how to comfort people so he just stood there.

"Hey, did you smell that in there? Maybe that's what made you sick," Dean asked. Cas looked up and tilted his head in confusion. "It smelled like fresh laundry and cinnamon."

Oh no. He caught my scent, again. "No, I did not. I assume it is because I did not eat today," he said, making up another lie. He hated lying but he couldn't tell the truth.

"You didn't eat today?" Dean repeated. Cas nodded and Dean groaned. "Buddy, you gotta eat. C'mon." He stepped back to give Cas room to stand. After another deep breath of fresh air, he stood.

The two walked back towards the front of the carnival and stood in line. "Two funnel cakes," Dean said to the man inside.

He looked up from the cash register to read the total but stopped with his mouth open. "I know you!" he exclaimed, pointing towards Cas. He leaned back and yelled something inaudible to the rest of the crew - it was too loud - and they all crowded the front of the establishment.

"Oh, my God! Can I have your autograph?" one girl said, super excitedly.

Cas opened his eyes widely and acted oblivious. "Me? You must have me mistaken for someone else, Ma'am."

"You're Castiel! Don't mess with us like that, man. Wow-" the man was cutoff by Dean interrupting.

"Actually, his name is Jack and I would prefer if you left him alone and just got our food we're paying you for," he growled, his full Alpha voice booming. Everyone inside immediately dispersed and went back to their job. Dean handed the guy a $20 bill and the cash register clicked open. He took out the change and handed it back to Dean. The two stepped off towards the pick-up line.

"Since you paid, I believe I can handle the task of waiting for the food. You should find a table," Cas said. In reality, he just wanted to apologize to them.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, good idea. I'll wave you over when I find one," he replied, retreating towards the seating area.

Cas was up next in line for his food. He reached inside his wallet for eight business cards and signed them, writing 'one free class' on it, too. He leaned into the open window and yelled, "Excuse me!"

They all turned towards him and looked at his full hand inside the window. The girl from before walked up to him and took the cards. She inspected them carefully. "What is this?" she said, motioning towards the cards.

"An apology. He, well, uh, I like him. A lot. And I do not think he would like me very much if I told him who I was," he explained honestly. He could never lie to his fans. It was the one line he would never cross. "I know it is wrong to lie, but I really like him."

A different girl walked up and handed Cas the funnel cakes. He smiled as she took one of the cards. "One free class?" she said, looking between the card and Cas.

He nodded. "Yes, Ma'am. It is my payback. Feel free to walk in any class and give the girl at the front desk the card. I must be going now. Thank you for the funnel cake," he said, turning on his heel to walk away.

"Wait!" a small guy from the shop yelled, running outside towards him. "C-C-Can I get a photo? I-I'm a huge fan."

Cas looked down towards the small boy. His face was beet red and he couldn't make eye contact. "Sure, no problem. What is your name?"

"A-Alfie," he muttered. He took out his phone and took a quick photo, mustering up as much of a smile he could with his nerves. Cas smiled widely.

"Make sure you tag me, Alfie," Cas said with a smile. He nodded and scurried off. Cas turned back towards the seating area. Dean was sitting by himself on his phone. Cas sat across from him and placed the funnel cakes in front of them. "Thank you, Dean, for the funnel cakes."

"No problem." Dean put his phone down and pulled a piece of funnel cake off and shoved it in his mouth. Cas followed suit, having never eaten these before.

"This is very good," he said incredulously.

"You've never had funnel cake before?" Dean asked, mouth full of food. He was shocked.

Cas shook his head. "No. I have never been to a carnival before. Plus, Gabe always eats the sweets before anybody else can reach them."

"What about back with your family? Your parents? You must've loved them as a kid," Dean asked.

Cas was stuck in a web of lies. He had no clue how to answer that. After a moment he took - faking it as if he just wanted another bite - he responded, "No. My dad is diabetic." He wasn't lying, technically. Cas's dad is diabetic.

"Wait, so you've never had pie?" Dean asked immediately, his mouth hanging open. Cas could see Dean's chewed up funnel cake in his mouth.

He cringed in disgust at the sight of Dean's food. "Which pie? The one mathmatical never ending number everybody knows or the dessert?"

Dean was dumbfounded. He had no response.

"I assume the dessert, then." Cas was slightly embarrassed and mentally scolded himself for being so oblivious.

"What about your mom?" Dean asked, ignoring what just happened. "She didn't give you any?"

Cas shook his head. "Never met her."

Dean sat there awkwardly. He closed his mouth and continued chewing. "I haven't seen my mom in almost twenty years so I get that," he eventually said.

Cas nodded in understanding. He knew Dean was trying to make it less awkward but it did just the opposite. Dean didn't know right from wrong very well, and definitely not big on boundaries. He never raped anyone or anything, he was just the popular jock to make fun of the nerds by pretending to be their friend. The only reason he didn't do the same right now was he could relate.

"What was up with them calling you a different name? Cas-pea-elle or whatever?" Dean asked, shoving more funnel cake in his mouth.

Oh, no. He is asking. I am screwed. "Castiel, yes. I am commonly mistaken for him in public." He decided that would be sufficient enough but, no.

Dean continued. "Is he famous or something?"

Cas snorted and a small smile played upon his face, something he didn't do often. "No, not even close. Just has a small following. Many people mistake me for him." Yeah, Cas, keep digging your grave, he scolded himself to shut up.

"Well what's the similarities? Like how does someone mistake someone as average as you for a non-famous person?" Dean continued to pry, finishing the last of his funnel cake.

"Well, an average person like me would look exactly like a non-famous person," Cas said, voice dripping with offense. He was beginning to become fed up with Dean insulting him.

Dean shrugged, "I guess." He stood and threw out the two empty plates.

Cas stood and looked up towards Dean with a head tilt. He is so weird. 'I guess'? What kind of response is that?

"Why are you looking at me?" Dean questioned, his face slightly distorting in disgust.

"You are very odd, Dean," Cas said, looking away. His eyes landed on Sam and Gabe. They were holding hands as Sam threw a ring towards a few bottles. Cas walked towards them.

Dean stayed behind for a few moments. "I'm weird?" Cas didn't reply.

He jogged to Cas's position and walked alongside him. "Heya, Deano."

"Why do you call me that? It's weird," Dean complained.

"Because it annoys you," Gabe smirked.

Dean glared at Gabe and he just continued smiling. Sam suddenly roared, throwing his arms up in the air as he made a ring around a bottle. The three other men cheered for him and clapped. Gabe squeezed his hand and Sam looked down at him with joy. "Which one do you want?"

"What do I want? You won it, not me. You pick," Gabe replied. Cas smiled. He always taught Gabe it was impolite to take things from others unless they insisted. Always deny the first time, then double check if they ask again, and then accept with a 'thank you'.

"No, you pick. As a thank you for the other night." Dean and Cas exchanged a confused look.

"Are you sure? Only if you are sure." Cas smiled.

"Yes, I'm sure. Now pick something," Sam hurried. The boy working the stand looked disgusted by the cheesiness.

Gabe pointed towards the fake lollipop hanging on the back wall. It was a bright yellow that hurt their eyes. The boy took the lollipop down and handed Gabe the plushie. "Thank you, Samwich," Gabe gushed, holding onto his plush tightly. "This is going to make me feel really bad for what is about to happen."

"What?" Sam asked. "What's going to happen?" he looked around in worry. Once he looked behind him, he saw a giant clown running lopsided towards him. "Oh, fuck!" he yelled, immediately releasing Gabe's hand and running away. Gabe doubled over in laughter, both hands wrapped around the lollipop.

Dean laughed, folding his arms together as he watched the clown follow after Sam. Cas looked at Dean smile and was immediately happy. Cas had never seen anybody hotter.

Sam ran back between them and snatched Gabe's toy from him. "Hey!" he yelled, immediately chasing Sam.

"You don't deserve this!" Sam yelled over his shoulder.

Cas was genuinely happy. Dean turned towards him. "You wanna play a game?"

Cas looked around. "Which one?"

"Let's try this one," Dean said, walking towards a different booth. It had eight clowns with their mouths open, a target in the dead center.

"What is this?" Cas asked.

"You shoot the water at the target," Dean answered. He reached for the tickets on Cas's arm and ripped off the correct amount. He handed it to the guy who restarted the game. "Grab onto this and aim," he continued as the attendant counted down from three.

At, "Go!" Dean was wobbily aiming at the target. The water sprayed elsewhere sometimes as it was hard to steady. Cas, on the otherhand, hit everywhere but the target until the last few seconds. The buzzer went off as a kid at the end had won, shutting the water off.

Cas exclaimed, "Wait! That was it?" He turned towards Dean who was smiling at Cas's reaction.

"Yeah, man. You were awful," Dean said, pointing towards Cas's near empty meter.

"Yours isn't much better!" Cas yelled. He immediately ripped off more tickets and handed it to the guy. He pouted as he readied his water gun towards the target. Dean couldn't help but laugh.

This time, it was only the two of them. Cas was used to changing techniques depending on the type of painting he wanted. So when the game started, it was within ten seconds that the buzzer went off signaling he had won. Dean meter wasn't even a quarter of the way full.

Both the booth attendant and Dean were shocked.

"The hell?" Dean blurted out. Cas sat there smirking to himself.

"May I have the Pokémon, please?" Cas asked. The girl walked over towards the side wall and took it off the hanger, handing it to him. It was bigger than Gabe's, Gabe's only being about the size of his head. The one Cas had was a quarter of his size.

"You like Pokémon?" Dean asked.

Cas shook his head and ran his fingers across the toy's ear to flatten a stray hair. "It is for my younger sister."

"Oh, cool. How old is she?"

"Sixteen," Cas answered shortly. He was deep in thought.

He was thinking about Anna and how happy she was. He had remembered the day she came home from school crying because some girl spilled soup all down her shirt. He had never seen her cry after that considering how much he babied her. She wasn't able to even stand without Cas at her side to ask if she was okay. He adored his little sister, seeing as he had raised her.

"That's sweet," Dean replied dryly. He looked around for his brother but got a different surprise. A busty blond was approaching at a rapid pace, an angry look on her face and a paper in her hand. Cas followed Dean's gaze and immediately was terrified.

"Carmen?" he asked, walking a few steps towards her. "Is everything-"

"No, it's not! Who the hell do you think you are? $250 thousand in my bank account? I can't take this!" she yelled, lifting the paper up in the air as she yelled.

Cas was heavily alarmed. Dean looked at him in shock and confusion and Cas lead her away so Dean couldn't listen in. "You should be doing better things with your life," Cas said. He knew he was deep in shit.

"Like what? You don't have the right to tell me I need a job change! You don't know me," she continued. The tears were building up in her eyes and Cas knew.

"Carmen, you appear to hate your job. You only do it because your dad left and you have no money. Buy yourself a nice apartment and get a better job. Please, accept it," he explained.

"You don't know that," she muttered quietly.

"You are right. But I know a sad person when I see one." After all, he would be the one to know one.

She rushed up to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you," she whispered. He returned the hug and enjoyed the moment. It had been weeks since he last hugged someone.

Footsteps approached behind him and he pulled away. She sniffled and smiled, wiping the happy tears out of her eyes. Cas turned around to see Dean. "Hello, Dean."

"You wanna explain why you just hugged a stripper?" he gestured to the lady walking away.

Cas shrugged. "She told me the other night she was having money problems. I helped her. That is all."

"How much money do you have?" Dean inquired.

He sighed and decided to tell the truth for once. "Currently? Or how much do I make?"

"Both."

"Well, I made around half a million last month-" he stopped as Dean suddenly choked on his spit.

He put his hand in a fist and smacked his chest a few times to stop coughing. "Half a million?!" he yelled.

"Yes," Cas replied, looking Dean in the eye. It was totally normal for accountants to have a lot of money. Cas pulled his phone out and went to his bank account. "I currently have two hundred thousand in my checking account."

Dean had no response other than, "What the hell?" After all, he was saying that a lot lately when it came to Castiel.

Suddenly, a roar of laughter erupted from the ride next to Cas. He looked up at Dean and said, "Come on! I want to ride that!"

Cas led Dean towards the front of the ride to see Sam and Gabe in line. They were standing there about to get on when Cas rushed forward in front of them.

The two younger boys were surprised at the abrupt entrance. The ride attendant took the tickets from Cas which he ripped off the roll. "Oh, thanks, Jack," Sam said.

The four stepped inside and got into one single compartment. Sam and Dean were on the far sides with Gabe and Cas in the center. The ride started and everyone slid toward Sam, squishing him against the wall.

The ride suddenly jolted to the other side, causing Cas to fly into Dean, Gabe into Cas, and Sam into Gabe. The combined body weight was enough to cause a groan from Dean. The ride continued this, throwing them around like rag dolls. When it was over, the four stumbled off. Cas and Gabe were the most shaken up, never having experienced that before. Sam and Dean were groaning and rubbing their shoulders from being pressed against the side of the ride each time. "You okay?" Gabe whispered to Cas. He nodded and stood, pulling his blue shirt down as it had risen.

The four continued to walk but were interrupted by Cas making an inaudible noise. "Ferris wheel! I have never been on one, Dean, and I would like to go on one very much so."

"No," Dean stated.

"Please? Why not," Cas whined.

"I don't do heights, buddy." He looked around some more and said, "Give the rest of the tickets to Sam and Gabe; I'm bored."

"Where are we going?" Cas asked.

"Back to my place."

Hi this was ready a few hours ago but i fell asleep. This is my longest chapter yet!! I hope you all enjoyed the fluff(ish) i suck at writing just fluff. Next chapter the tea starts brewing (more fluff and destiel tea).

Sorry for the super long wait for this chapter. I was all like oh idk what to write and then ended up writing the most out of any chapter.

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