Don't Tell Sammy

Chapter 21: We're Adults, We're Mature

It was so cliché.

It was so cliché.

It was so, so cliché.

It was so fucking cliché and Dean fucking hated that fact.

Even Cas knew how cliché it was.

But they didn't mention it and they didn't fucking care.

And here's what happened:

They changed out of their snow-stained clothes and Dean spent a long time glaring at Cas afterwards muttering 'I can't believe you snowed on my dick.'

'Please,' Castiel scoffed. 'I put it down your jeans but left your underwear perfectly in place. I don't want an STD.'

'Technically you'd have to have my dick in your ass or your mouth for that to happen.'

'You make it sound like you actually have something for me to catch.'

'Shut up,' Dean groaned, shoving a laughing Cas away from him as they sat side by side.

'Come on, Dean,' Castiel appealed, sitting back up from where Dean had pushed him and placing his hands on Dean's shoulders so that one arm was stretched around Dean's back and their heads were close together, 'you know I'm kidding. I know you do things safely. I saw your condoms, remember?'

'Still don't know why I brought them,' Dean muttered. 'Habit, probably.'

About a week and a half prior, Dean had been looking for something in the bag he kept under the sofa, and when he'd pulled it out due to not being able to find it, a small string of condoms had fallen out when he tilted it and Cas had teased him about it for days. But he had just brought them out of habit, it's not like intended to use them. They'd just been among the things Dean usually tossed in his bag for a trip so he hadn't even realized he'd packed them until he was already off on the first leg of the journey, the one to snatch up Cas for the case.

The party that evening started at six, and the invitation didn't say it was formal so there was no need to dress up, but like he'd done on their very first day here to make a better impression, Dean wore one of his flannels buttoned up with nothing underneath rather than open over another shirt, and he and Cas basically sort of matched because they were wearing similar outfits in that sense.

They left the apartment a minute or two after six and got into the elevator to the tenth floor, where the queens lived, on the left side. They arrived between five and ten after, walking slowly so they wouldn't arrive too early, and they didn't arrive empty handed, but brought a tin of simple chocolate cookies with different variations of chocolate on or in them that they'd bought at the store.

They weren't the first to arrive. Harri was already there, along with one stranger and with two people Castiel recognized, one more than the other. Hasdiel and his husband were there, talking to the stranger and Castiel felt a nervous flutter for no real reason when they broke off their conversation and went to greet the new arrivals.

There was a table laden with snacks and treats and drink and there was music and their tree was huge. They had things hanging from the ceiling and ornaments everywhere, and in these apartments there was a separate kitchen the entrance to which was a small archway, that had been strung with red, green and gold beads, as had the opening to the hallway that they were told led to the bedroom, drag room and bathroom.

'Drag room?' Castiel muttered when they could break away.

'Well, they probably have a lot of drag stuff,' Dean shrugged. 'So they make use of that spare bedroom.'