Help Me, Help You.

I'm a Wreck, But at Least I'm Managing (Cas' pov)

I dried the last of my wimpy tears on my blanket. Dean came running in, alarming me. "Is something wrong?" I asked him once he plopped down on the couch. "Nah, but if I didn't hurry the main course would fall out of my damn hands!" He placed a large handful of apple slices and a cup full of melted caramel pieces on the little coffee table in front of us. He looked at me. "Popcorn is in the microwave too, if you don't like homemade food improvising and healthy moose bits."

I furrowed my brow. "Sammy is a heck of a health nut. When he can be." I nodded and got off of the couch. Now it was Dean's turn to look confused, I guess. "Hey, I was just getting comfy!"

I put my hands on my waist. "If you insist on staying even a day with me, you have to know a few things.

One: You have to actually get comfortable here. I'm not a very formal person at all. You can leave your shoes over in the foyer, and you can put your jacket on the chair.

Two: I do often try my best to be healthy, but I always fail at that task. (Thanks for helping me put those apples to good use.)

Aaand three: I'm not letting you leave until you can recite the Freakazoid theme song backwards and forwards."

I tossed the first disk into the player and sat down. I pulled the blankets over my chest. "No way! Freakazoid is my favorite animated superhero!" He laughed and smiled so joyfully it made my stomach tingle. I giggled. "Well then let's sing the theme song together!"

We did just that.

We watched a couple episodes before I decided to get a drink for both of us. I came back from the hot patio with two water bottles. I placed one foot on the ground in front of the couch and screamed. "What's wrong?!" Dean yelped. I panted as I placed a hand on my heart. I rested my head on Dean's chest. "Holy Frick! I thought I almost died!"

He still looked confused until an old grey cat with green eyes not quite as vivid as his own hopped up on the arm of the seat, were my feet were. "Gismo is so quiet sometimes I forget I still own her." I let her lay down next to Dean's leg, which was in front of me still. I rested a finger on her head.

"Oh gosh!" Gismo was a cat that I let wonder around as she pleased, and I guess she got in a real bad scuffle with another creature of the complex. She had lots of scratches and one of her eyes were swollen shut. "My poor Gismo." I held her tighter. Dean took one look at her and sighed. He let Gis sniff him, and then he proceeded to pet her. "She can stick with us for now." Gismo growled at Him. " as long as she doesn't do that." He laughed through clenched teeth. "Don't worry about her," I replied in a more motherly tone than I intended. "She's just grumpy. I wouldn't blame her, I accidentally used that poor baby as a stepping stool." I shrugged and set her on the ground. I returned my body to the position I previously was, laying on Dean's lap, and he pressed play.

"Cas.." Dean whispered. I tilted my head up so I can look at his face. Well, the scruff on his neck and the left side of it at least. "We need cool nicknames for each other. I love the name 'Castiel', but you like 'Cas', and it would be funny to call you 'gummy bear' or something as a compromise." I grinned. "Okay deal, if I get to name you first."

"Pie? You like pie."
"Nah."
"Rebel? You wear Leather all the time."
"No."
"Forrest? Your eyes are so cool, and deep deep green like one."
"thanks, but no."
"How about My Hunter? Isn't that what they call.. Hunters?"

"Yeah, I like it." He smirked. "Now it's my turn"

"Trench coat."
"No"
"Blue eyes"
"No"
"Freaklover6669?"
"Funny, Dean."
"Hero"
"No"
"Indecisive baby"
"No!"
"I'm just pulling on your leg Castiel."
He proceeded by tugging my pants' legs. I just rolled my eyes.

"Angel."
"How did you think of that?"

"You're pulling me out of my funk, like angels do. Well, I think they do."

"If anything, aren't you pulling me out of mine? You're the one who came over to cheer me up,stop me from harming myself."

"No. I doing this because you helped me realize sticking to myself isn't always such a grand idea, and it's never the only option. I needed someone I can do things with;Sam would never agree to cuddle on the couch and binge watch tv all day."

"Well, you're always welcome to cook for me and watch stuff with me here. In fact, it's encouraged!" I wrapped my arms around his built torso. "Gladly." He whispered.

"My Hunter."
"My Angel."

And with that, we fell asleep.