Standing Together

Chapter 15

"Hey, there you are!" Dean runs over and jumps on his bed, landing just inches away from his fiancé. The whole bed bounces on impact, and Dean grins, amused. Castiel offers a small smile, but it's all he can muster up. "I was wondering where you went. You disappeared on me."

"Well, here I am," Castiel says with a shrug. Sitting on the edge of the bed, just like he has been for the last half hour as he called his friends and family to let them all know that he's alright.

"Do you want to do something?" Dean asks. "Video games, get ice cream, something like that?"

Castiel thinks about that for a moment. "Can we watch a movie?"

"I like that idea even more," Dean replies. "What do you want to watch? I've got all the Marvel movies, so I can make good on my promise, introducing you to that. Or Monty Python and the Holy Grail, maybe? It's the funniest movie to ever exist. Or Star Wars? Not the prequels, though. I only have those for decoration. I've got a bunch of other movies, too, if those don't sound good. Wanna go look?"

"Do you have Aladdin?" Castiel asks.

Dean just stares at him for a moment. "You want to watch Aladdin."

Castiel nods.

"You're twenty-two years old — almost twenty-three — and your idea of a fun afternoon is watching Aladdin."

"If you don't want to, we could watch something else," Castiel offers.

"No, I'll watch whatever you want," Dean tells him. "I just don't know why you want to watch Aladdin, of all things."

Castiel shrugs. "It was one of my favorite movies growing up." And Aladdin was his first crush, when he was so young he could barely recognize it as one, so the movie's a nice nostalgic throwback to when he was so far into the closet, he barely even knew it was a closet.

Dean raises an eyebrow. "Okay, then. I don't really know what movies I have, but I can assure you, I do not own cheesy Disney movies like that. I'll go buy it on iTunes for you."

Dean does just that, hooking his iPad up to the tv in front of his bed. As he puts it all together, he says, "I'm really loving this pro football gig, 'cause now I can just buy whatever movies I want, whenever I want."

Castiel chuckles. "Just don't get cocky or you'll end up like Lindsay Lohan."

"I make, like, twenty million a year," Dean says. "I don't think I have to worry about that."

"That's what she thought," Castiel says. After a pause, he asks, "Couldn't you still buy movies growing up, though? They're not that expensive."

"They are when you live with Bobby," Dean replies. "That's the perks of growing up in the Singer household — you learn to appreciate the little things in life."

"That would almost be poetic, if it wasn't a total cliché," Castiel tells him.

"I know, right?" Dean starts the movie and climbs into bed, lying down for just a second before the changes his mind. He holds up a finger in a wait a second type gesture and runs off, appearing again a few seconds later with more pillows. He piles a few on his stack so he's propped up enough to watch the movie lying down, leaving the rest on the bed next to him for Castiel to use.

Castiel pushes the pillows off the bed and crawls over to his fiancé, lying down next to him with his chest as a headrest. Dean puts an arm around him as if out of habit, and Castiel can't help but smile to himself. His favorite childhood movie, a beautiful fiancé, and a comfy bed. What could go wrong?