"No way. If you think I'm gonna stay awake through frickin' Rapunzel, you're crazy."
I'd been nearly an hour, and the two of them were still sprawled out on the floor in front of the couch, browsing through the endless labyrinth that was Netflix. In a lame attempt to save some for the movie, Cas had to wrestle the popcorn bowl away from Dean who had already inhaled practically half of it. Sure, it all tasted like molecules to the angel, but there was something about seeing Dean enjoy it that made him want to take part too.
They still hadn't settled on a movie.
"Dean, Tangled is about letting go of toxic relationships and learning self love through others. It's more of a life lesson than a princess movie."
"That's what you said about Snow White."
"Okay, well, Rapunzel likes pie!"
"Yeah, and Mr. Save The Day likes necrophilia." In frustration, he blindly clicked on something. "Okay, looks like we're watching The Conjuring."
"The Conjuring?" Cas protested. "Dean, I honestly don't see how this beats a Disney mov-"
"Shh." Dean pressed a finger to the angel's lips, who furrowed his brow. "Watch."
Rolling his eyes, Cas turned towards the TV, which began to pan out on a creepy, broken doll.
Out of the blue, he felt an arm wrap around him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Dean settling down, grabbing the blanket down from the couch and wrapping it around them. Cas, unsure of what to do, turned questioningly from under Dean's arm.
"Is this a flirtation?"
Dean snickered, eyes still on the screen. "A flirtation? It's more of a cliche than a flirtation."
Cas paused. "What, so is this something people-humans do?"
"Yup." Dean chuckled. "Movie, cuddling, popcorn-this is as close to Disney as I dare to venture."
"Except for Finding Nemo, of course."
"Hey," Dean turned in protest. "I'm not gonna apologize for loving that fish. And besides, it's not a princess movie."
Cas sighed, giving up in earning his boyfriend's appreciation for fairy tales. He also decided to give up his imprisonment of the popcorn, now that the movie had started. He looked down, only to realize-Dean's hand was already in it.
"Dean!" Cas exclaimed, slapping his hand away. Triumphantly, Dean took his arm back and tossed a handful into his mouth. "You little trickster."
Dean smirked. "You know, typically, I don't have to battle for the popcorn. Especially with someone who doesn't eat."
Cas rolled his eyes, smiling, and yet weirdly already missing the loss of Dean's arm. He showed no sign of settling it back over his shoulders, now that he had the popcorn bowl back.
And there was another thing that was strangely bothering him-typically?
"So, you've done this before, then. With other people."
Dean shrugged. "Yeah, sure."
Cas furrowed his brow, turning back to the movie. Of course he should have assumed that Dean had done this before. He didn't know why he'd thought that this was a new thing. Their thing. He didn't even realize he'd thought that, actually.
So they watched the movie. Close to each other, yet not the kind of closeness Cas found that he wanted. He wanted to reach around the seat of the couch and put his arm around Dean, know how it felt to have someone safe under his arm. But he didn't say anything, of course. Angels didn't do this kind of thing. He didn't know his way around the cliche.
The movie was nearing it's climax, and Dean was nearing unconsciousness.
His head bobbed like they were watching a documentary on trees instead of a horror film. After a while, Cas couldn't help but snicker.
"What?" Dean turned sleepily to the angel.
"If we'd watched Tangled, you'd be on the edge of your seat right now."
"Well, if you slept, you'd be as wiped as I am."
Cas turned back to screen with a faint smile, but before he knew it, a weight dropped on his shoulder. He looked down to find Dean scooting closer, making himself comfortable on Cas' chest. His heart quickened. Was this...normal? What was he supposed to do?
"Well, it's a good thing we didn't watch Tangled, 'cause I'd much rather be here than on the edge of my seat."
Before he knew it, his arm mechanically-no, naturally draped itself over the hunter, pulling him closer. Cas was finding it hard to concentrate on the movie, especially now that there was an odd sort of warmth in his chest.
"Your heart's beating hella fast, you know."
Cas frowned self consciously. "Dean, I've never done this before."
"This? Me neither."
Cas looked down. "But you just said you had. With other people."
Dean scoffed. "Yeah. By people I sort of meant girls who want to snuggle up under my arm just so they can get into my pants. I haven't ever really known what it's like, you know, to feel as safe as this, I guess."
Cas paused. He wasn't exactly expecting...that. Dean had made it seem like he did this all the time with people, that it was as casual for him as hitting on the barista. But that made him feel, well, a hell of a lot better, actually. That it meant as much to Dean as it did to him.
"I just..." Cas began to stroke Dean's arm more confidently. "I don't know the cliche, you know? I don't really know how this all goes down."
Dean chuckled. "The cliche? Cas, we're not even the same species. I think we broke that a long time ago."
Cas smiled, unable to help himself. Yeah, Dean was right. It didn't matter that he'd never seen a cheesy teenage romance movie that involved movies, cuddling, popcorn, that he didn't know what he was supposed to do. All that mattered was how nice it felt to have Dean under his wing.
"You know, we could've ganked that stupid ass spirit in five minutes." Dean scoffed as the credits began to roll.
Cas smiled. "Just another cliche we don't fit into, I guess."
