Bingo!

Chapter 7 ~ It's a holly jolly Christmas

Ten minutes later, when the post-first-kiss awkwardness had disappeared, Cas said something to Dean. "Listen, next Wednesday or whenever you and your mom are gonna play bingo, can you come a bit later?"

"What sort of time?" Dean asked, baffled. He was just chillin' on the sofa with Cas, flicking through tv options. They may or may not have been kinda snuggled up.

"As long as it's after four, that's fine," Cas said. "The whole bingo hall has got something planned. And I do too." He shifted slightly closer to Dean.

"Ok, I'll tell her. Are you allowed to tell me what it is?"

Cas made an expression (shown in the picture at the beginning). "Nope, sorry. Just get there."

Soon after that, after they watched some tv (hint, it was doctor sexy) Cas went home.

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Dean made sure he and Mary only left her house so that they would get there late enough. Mary gasped as she looked around as Dean was parking. He didn't know why until he could look up too.

The whole bingo hall had been turned into Christmas Extraordinaire. Like, there was loads of christmas. An assortment of lovely christmas things. A shit ton of christmas. Etc. There were even fake snow mats for wiping your feet on, rather than the usual black mats. It's the little things.

They walked inside, where there was a game going. Mary was walking towards a table towards the front, but Dean heard his name being whispered from behind him.

He turned around to see Cas sitting at his own table. He beckoned Mary over and sat down next to him. Dean sat down very close to Cas considering there was room for three people along one bench

"What are you doing?" he asked, as Mary slid in across from them.

"I want to play bingo?" he said. "With you?"

"Oooh," Dean said, "That's why you wanted us to come after four, because-"

"-that's when my shift ends," Cas finished for him. "You want anything to drink?"

They both said they were good. Dean noticed that Pierre was there, serving again, although he gave a start when he saw Mary.

Soon they all had bingo cards, and were playing (believe it or not) bingo. Cas was really into it, hunched over his card and nearly stamping on Dean's foot when he slyly tickled him. Yes, on the stomach, you dirty minded people.

When Dean asked why Cas was so tense, he replied in a whisper, "The more money I get from the house, the better. It's a sense of personal satisfaction that nothing else brings when I play and get paid."

"Ok," Dean said, "but breaking your back to hide your card won't help with anything." He nudged at Cas' shoulder to get him to sit up.

Cas won the game, and got ten dollars. As people set up for the next one, Mary squinted and looked towards the door, then she nudged Dean underneath the table. "I can't gosh diddly darn see who that is, is it Sam?"

Dean stood up slightly to see, his knees straining. "It's Sammy! Mom, you were gosh diddly darn right."

Mary may or may not have muttered something about "I'm your mother, I'm always right," but that was probably Dean's imagination.

Dean waved over Pierre's head as he passed by, and caught Sam's eye. He came over, carrying Abigail in his big, *manly* arms. "Hiya, how's it going?"
His voice was less weak than Dean had noticed it sometimes was.

"Good, good," Mary said. "Not being rude but why are you here, Sammy?"

"We just came back from Abigail's session with a child psychologist," Sam said. "Thought it might help her be not so freaked out by... by stuff."
He sat down next to Mary and kept Abigail tucked into his lap, and only then noticed Cas, squished into his corner by Dean. "Who's this?"