Help Me, Help You.

I'm Not As Cool As I think I Am (Dean's pov)

Castiel's couch..Castiel in general...was so comfy. I fell asleep almost as soon as I found the right spot and Cas laid his head on me. For one of the first times ever, I felt at home. Y'know, welcome. Everything in the world was just fine. I just tuned out all of the voices.

"Wow that food was amazing. great job Deanie-Weainie."

"His head will probably start weighing you down, hurting you soon. You'll have to change position. Haha."

"I'm hungry."

"Ew what is that stain?! You better pray Castiel doesn't catch a glimpse of that!"

"'But if you change your mind y'know where I am yeah if ya' change your mind y'know where to find me, cuz' I, don't ever wanna be your..'"

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. We'll see."

Well, I got a little shut eye in. I stretched my whole body. That felt nicer than the couch, surprisingly. I opened my heavy eyelids. Castiel wasn't next to me. Instead, he was in the foyer with his blue tie knotted a little below his hairline on his forehead.

There was a knee-high wall of blankets and sheets closing him off from the rest of his small apartment. "PEASANT!" Castiel screeched.

"What?"

"No time for questions, price charming. Now get your gear on, and head to your battle station! I'm not going easy on you." He threw a paper ball at me.

"Oh, it's on princess." I slipped my white v-neck off of me. It took a second because I got a little tangled, but I was already in the kitchen, which was closed off by yet another wall. I tied my shirt around my head. It didn't look as cute as Castiel's tie, but it would do.

Castiel started throwing Paper like a madman. Shooting, grunting. I felt like I was back in middle school. I, trying to be strategical, ducked down and made a ton of my own missiles while he wasted his own. Most of them were pretty good shots.

"HAHA!" I yelled. Most of his bullets were landing in my square. "More for me!" I informed him, just poking my head up for a couple of seconds. After I made a buttload I started tossing them full speed at Cas.

Bam. Miss.

Bam. Miss.

Bam. Miss.

Bam. Miss.

Bam. Hit!!

Hit!!

Hit!!

I could here all of the paper balls cut through the poorly circulated air. It was epic. It felt like I was on an actual battle ground. I started to sweat. Seems stupid, but it's a lot of work, making weapons, using them, and dodging others! I could here Castiel panting.

"Awwwe..Is my little angel getting tired?"

I pouted my lip.

"Heh, no, fuck you Dean!" Cas threw another ball and stared at me. He rested his hands on his waist again, that motherly pose thing. (Only he didn't wag a finger at my nose.)

"Please, when and where?" I lifted my arms and grinned.

"Aren't you gonna take me on a few dates first?"

" Please, when and where?" I repeated it less sarcastically this time.

"Umm.. Three o'clock tomorrow at Rocket's."

" fine with me!" I threw one last paper ball and climbed over the wall. I sat on his little coffee table and ripped the shirt from my head. Salty sweat beaded around my neck. "Who knew that paper wars can make you smell like King Kong in no time flat?" Cas ran over to me.

"Awe, is my wittle ol' hunter sweepy?" He placed his hands on his knees. I wasn't surprised, he saw his chance and took it.

I giggled. "I will punch you right in your fucking-" Castiel kissed me. It was short and sweet, to say the least. Haha I wish. It felt like an eternity between us, "our own little infinity" or whatever that teeny-bopper crap says.he grabbed both sides of my damp face. Of all the girls I'd ever kissed, his was the best. I'm not afraid to admit it.

Afterwards he placed his forehead on mine, and our noses touched. Since I couldn't really see anything, I just closed my eyes. I felt his hand try to leave the side of my face, so I quickly grabbed it and put it against my bare shoulder. "Hold on tight" I smirked. I stood up, and Castiel's hand stayed glued to my shoulder. I kneeled down and grabbed the back of his knee caps. "What are you doing Dean? I'm tired again!" he threw his head back in protest. I proceed to lift him up like he was my bride. I placed a kiss or two on his forehead. Then, I slowly trotted to the couch a few feet away. I sat down in the center, happy I wasn't wearing my shirt. The material would've bunched up and would've made it really friggin' hard to get comfy with a Castiel on my lap.

Cas' eyes slowly closed. I grabbed his hand. I saw him grin. "I knew it."