Dean and Castiel stood back to back, looking at the seven demons surrounding them. They all started attacking, overwhelming the two. Dean was limping, and almost got his head chopped off by a demon's blade. 

"Dean! You need to be more careful!" Castiel said as he stabbed one of the demons in the stomach.

"Well, I wouldn't be so clumsy if i wasn't injured. Now if you think about it, that wouldn't have happened if you had gotten here earlier!" Dean said as he gestured toward his knee, which was completely busted by a hammer (ouchie). 

Castiel glared at him. "Well I'm sorry that every time I get 5 seconds to myself, you start yapping at me about something 'super important'! Not everything is as important as you think it is Dean!"

Dean raised his hand in front of the faces of the three demons that were attacking him, signaling them to stop. He glanced at them and said, "Hold on." He looked back at Castiel and said, "Last time I called you, Sam was being tortured by a FUCKING DEMON- no offense guys." The other demons shrugged their shoulders and muttered 'it's fine', and 'it happens all the time.'

Castiel started yelling "WELL, CALL GABRIEL THEN! HE IS SAM'S FUCKING BOYFRIEND!!" by this time, all of the demons were just sitting on either side, rooting for one of the two. A few of them had bags of popcorn, shoveling the salty snack in their mouth.

"I CALLED YOU BECAUSE, because... I can count on you." Dean said, his voice soft. Castiel stopped glaring, and cupped Dean's face in his hands.

"I'm sorry... I would give up a million seconds to myself just to have one second with you." He said and DEY KISSED.

The demons started clapping and cheering for them. A few had tears in their eyes, while the others were throwing roses and bits of popcorn. The two smiled and waved at their unexpected crowd, bowing gracefully.

"Well now that our little fight's over..." Castiel said, glancing up at his bae. Dean smiled, and replied,

"... let's go kick some demon ass."