A/N What does it say about me that I'm literally at Disney world (welp, leaving Disney World now) but Thursday's episode of Supernatural was legit the highlight of my week?

Castiel and Dean sit down in front of the castle, a ways away so they can see the whole thing. There's still an hour until the fireworks start, but they're far from the only people already waiting. That doesn't make it any less boring, though.

As more people squeeze in, Castiel tries to make himself smaller. He's not usually a claustrophobic person, but this is a bit too close for comfort. He's not sure if Dean figures it out or if he's just being him, but he puts an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders, which is comforting. Castiel rests his head on Dean's shoulder, using him as a pillow. Maybe he'll take a nap while they're waiting.

"Are you regretting getting here early yet?" Dean asks.

"I can't answer that until I know how cool the fireworks are," Castiel replies. "But for now, I'm bored."

"What, I'm not entertaining enough for you?" Dean asks as if he's offended.

"No, you're really not," Castiel replies. "I want to do stuff but like I also don't want to do stuff because I want to stay here."

"Solution," Dean says. "You stay here and save out spots, I'll go grab some pretzels, and then we can eat while we wait. Deal?"

"Deal," Castiel agrees.

Dean squeezes his way through the ever growing crowd, leaving Castiel alone. He ducks his head, trying not to draw any attention to himself, and pulls out his phone to scroll through Twitter while he waits. A lot of tweets he's been mentioned in are about Lucifer, which is the opposite of how it usually is. Lucifer usually has to put up with people mentioning him in tweets about Castiel. Now he feels his brother's pain.

Castiel didn't realize the full scope of how much this sucked until now, experiencing it for himself. If it had been nice things, that would be fine, but so many of his mentions are people calling Lucifer a pedophile. He understands their reasoning — Lucifer is 28 and Claire is only 20, which probably looks really bad. If they actually knew the two, they'd forget the age difference existed at all. Castiel definitely did.

He's too busy scrolling through Twitter that he doesn't notice Dean come back until he tosses a large soft pretzel in his lap.

Castiel offers him a small smile. "Thanks."

"You look sad," Dean observes, sitting down next to him. "You can't be sad. We're at Disney! Plus, you've got a pretzel. Nothing tops that."

All Castiel says is, "I should've stayed off Twitter."

He hands his phone to Dean so he can scroll through the tweets. He reads a few, then hands the phone back and pulls out his own phone. Castiel can see he's on Twitter, but he doesn't know why until he gets the notification that Dean tweeted.

"If you could all stop bitching about Lucifer and Claire, that would be great. Their relationship is consensual, legal, and therefore none of anyone's business."

Castiel likes the tweet and retweets it himself with, "And if your idea of a good time is complaining about people being happy, I feel sorry for you."

"Alright, done with that," Dean says, putting his phone back in his pocket. "We're going technology free for the rest of the night, how about that?"

Castiel shrugs. "Fine by me." He puts his phone away as well, then starts eating his pretzel in silence.

It's a few minutes later that they finish eating and start talking again, when Dean says, "So, how are you liking Disney so far?"

"I don't know," Castiel says. "It's growing on me."

"Ah, I was hoping you'd say that," Dean says with a grin. "Especially because we've still got over a week left."

"Won't it get boring?" Castiel asks.

"Not if you suck it up and start riding things," Dean says. "A good ride is something you can ride ten times in a row and still like it."

Castiel scoffs. "Your standards are way too high."

"I don't know, man," Dean says. "Pirates? Haunted Mansion? Splash Mou— actually, no, scratch that. Not Splash Mountain. I don't think I could listen to that damn Zippitty Doo Dah song that many times. But Pirates, Haunted Mansion, Jungle Cruise — those ones are awesome."

Castiel thinks about this, replaying the rides they've been on today. "I mean, I guess I liked the People Mover. I actually haven't been on a lot of rides yet. I've mostly just been walking around."

"Well, we'll have to fix that," Dean says. "Tonight, after fireworks, I'm dragging you on some stuff."

"But —"

"Some tame stuff," Dean adds. "I'm dragging you on some tame stuff. There's a Peter Pan ride that always has a huge line so that's probably cool. There's a Winnie the Pooh ride that also always has a huge line so that's probably cool. There's a ride called It's A Small World that also also always has a huge line so that's probably cool. And none of them are roller coasters or scary at all."

Castiel nods. "Alrighty, sounds good."

There's a few moments of silence, until Dean breaks it by saying, "I would kill for a beer right now."

"Then go get one," Castiel says. "I'll stay here and save your spot."

"Can't," Dean tells him. "They don't have alcohol at Magic Kingdom." He rolls his eyes. "It's stupid."

Castiel raises an eyebrow. "Maybe you should lay off the beer for a while."

Dean rolls his eyes. "Complaining about the injustices at Magic Kingdom does not make me an alcoholic, Cas."

"If you say so."

It's then that someone takes the opportunity to yell, "Castiel!" from someone behind him. Castiel looks around, but he can't find who said it. Whoever yelled his name yells again, "Ariana outsold!"

Castiel looks in the general direction of the voice and yells back, "No, she didn't, but she probably should have." He's not sure he believes that — he's still against pop as a whole, Ariana Grande included — but his music isn't all that and a bag of chips, either. Really, Bon Jovi should have just outsold both of them.

"You really can't escape," Dean remarks.

"Actually, that's the first time that's happened to me," Castiel tells him. "People are weird and unpredictable and that's why I'm scared of them."

The two girls sitting in front of him turn around, probably thanks to the shouting match blowing his cover. One of the girls asks, "Are you Castiel Novak?" which is the most annoying question he can get, because he could just say no and talk to Dean in peace, but he knows meeting him can be the highlight of a fan's life, so he always has to answer honestly.

"I am," he says.

"Oh my god," one of the girls whispers.

"What are you doing here?" the other asks.

"Vacationing," Castiel says with a shrug. "I'd say I'm spending time with the family, but..." He gestures to their surroundings. "Apparently I'm not." He eyes the celebratory pin on one of the girl's shirts. "And I'm assuming you two are here for Miss Sarah's birthday?"

The girl wearing the pin, Sarah, grins. "Yep!"

"Is your birthday today?" He knows some people wear their "happy birthday" pins for their entire stay, so her birthday could be at any time.

"Tomorrow."

"Well, happy early birthday," he says with a grin that will hopefully make it feel more special.

He talks to Sarah and her friend, Becca, for a while. He likes to figure out whether people are fans of his or just know he exists when they meet him, and he's decently sure he's talking to some minor fans, but not all-out "I own fifty copies of every album" stans, which is kind of nice.

After a few minutes, he nudges Dean and says, "You know, you're more than welcome to join in this conversation at any time."

"Or I could be antisocial and make you do all the talking," Dean replies.

"Wow, I am dating the most boring person on the planet," Castiel deadpans.

"It took you this long to figure that out?" Dean says teasingly.

"Wait, are you Dean Winchester?" Sarah asks.

"Maybe."

Castiel rolls his eyes. "Yeah, that's Dean."

"Oh my god, Matt would be so jealous," Becca says, probably mostly to Sarah because no one else knows who Matt is. For their sakes, she adds, "Matt's our friend from URI. He's from New Hampshire, so he's a diehard Patriots fan. Can we get a picture to brag about?"

Castiel looks over at Dean because he knows his boyfriend doesn't usually like meeting fans, but all Dean says is, "You better hold it over his head for at least the next year."

"Trust me, we will," Sarah assures him.

Becca pulls out her phone and reaches her arm out, straining to get them all in the shot. Castiel slides away as much as he can in the small space he has, which isn't very much, so it doesn't make much of a difference.

"No, Castiel, you gotta get in, too," Sarah tells him.

"I thought you just wanted something to make Matt jealous?" Castiel says uncertainly. Whoop, now they know he's basically just as awkward as he used to be, and not much has changed in the last eight years.

"But meeting you is something they can hold over everyone's head," Dean says. "It's way better. C'mon, in the picture."

They take their selfie, and Becca shows them the screen as she sends it to her contact labeled "The Humble Chair." Castiel bites back a laugh. There has to be some type of inside joke he's missing, but it's probably better without context. It's just as entertaining to read the end of their most recent conversation, which has something to do with whether Komodo dragons are really dragons.

Becca: Nothing to see here. Just a normal night with normal people.

Matt reads the text almost instantly, but he takes a minute to reply.

The Humble Chair: I'm confused

The Humble Chair: Who's that? Should I know them?

The Humble Chair: Wait.

The Humble Chair: WAIT

The Humble Chair: IS THAT DEAN WINCHESTER

The Humble Chair: ARE YOU SITTING NEXT TO DEAN WINCHESTER?

The Humble Chair: DID YOU JUST TAKE A SELFIE WITH DEAN WINCHESTER?

The Humble Chair: HOLD UP IM COMING OVER TO MAGIC KINGDOM STAT FUCK THE RIDES AT HOLLYWOOD STUDIOS I WANT TO FIND DEAN WINCHESTER

Castiel looks over at his boyfriend to see how he feels about the fangirling. He already knows Dean doesn't like having fans, so it's surprising to see Dean fighting back laughter at this.

"I like him," Dean says.

"You wanna tell him that?" Becca asks. "We could send him a video."

"Oh hell yes," Dean says with a grin.

Becca hands him her phone, and Dean fumbles around with it for a moment until he can figure out how to use an Android phone. Finally, he starts a selfie video just long enough to say, "Hey, humble chair. You seem awesome and have a great taste in football teams." He hands the phone back, then says, "Talking into cameras is weird."

"You do it long enough, you'll get used to it," Castiel replies. That's how it was with filming music videos, which is arguably even more awkward.

"As with most things," Dean adds.

Matt's response to the video is, "I don't even know what my life is right now."

The four of them decide to FaceTime him, which, while it may be fairly boring for Castiel, he's actually really excited for because it means Dean is starting to interact with fans willingly, which is a big step from his usual antisocial self.

As soon as Matt answers the call, Castiel can't help but smile. He was expecting the guy to be about his age, but he wasn't expecting him to be cute, too. Maybe those aren't the thoughts to be having on what was supposed to be a cute romantic mini date with Dean to watch the fireworks, but he can't help it if someone shows him a picture — or, more accurately, a video — of a cute guy.

His fascination with the boy only lasts so long, though, until he gets bored of watching. It's entirely a conversation between Matt and Dean, with the girls weighing in occasionally, and practically isolating Castiel. Maybe that's why Dean doesn't like meeting his boyfriend's fans.

Castiel props his head up on his hands, staring blankly ahead. As so often happens when he's bored, he starts thinking of song lyrics. He taps his chin absentmindedly to the beat of the inaudible music, the closest thing he has to a guitar. It's not the same, of course. He'd pick writing with his guitar over just about anything. Unfortunately, that's not an option at the moment, so he'll make due.

Suddenly, he's snapped out of his trance by Dean putting a hand on his shoulder. Castiel flinches just because he wasn't expecting it, but Dean seems concerned. Instead of making a big deal out of it in front of the girls and Matt, whom they're apparently still FaceTiming, he just asks quietly, "Hey, you okay?"

Castiel nods. "Yeah, just zoned out. What's up?"

"We were making fun of you and you didn't say anything," Dean tells him.

"And you didn't take it as an opportunity to make fun of me even more?" Castiel asks as if it's very out of character of him. "Wow, Dean. You're slipping."

"Well, I decided to be nice for once in my life," Dean tells him. "Don't get used to it."

Castiel laughs. "Duly noted."

~~

As much as Dean seems to enjoy talking to Becca, Sarah, and electronic Matt, after the fireworks, he seems more than happy to rush out of there. He tells them that they have FastPasses for Peter Pan's Flight that end in five minutes, and they seem to believe him, but Castiel already knows they've used all their FastPasses, so he has to be lying. That just makes it weirder when Dean leads him over to Peter Pan's Flight anyway.

"Wait, do we actually have FastPasses here?" Castiel asks.

"Nope, but —" He points at the wait time sign. "Half an hour. That's, like, nothing. Come on, this one's gonna be awesome. I think."

They walk through the cue, but they don't get very far until they reach the back of the line. It doesn't looks very long, but who knows how deep this cue goes, with all the twists and turns?

"So, I was wrong," Dean says, which would almost be disconcerting if it weren't for the slight grin on his face.

"Oh? And why is that?" Castiel asks.

"The fireworks were totally worth the wait."

Castiel grins. "I knew you'd come around."

"Just know that I will never admit you're right ever again, so embrace this," Dean jokes.

"I feel like I need to record this," Castiel tells him. "Hold on."

He pulls out his phone and switches it to a selfie video, getting both of them in the frame. Dean wears the most unamused expression the world has ever known, while Castiel grins proudly.

"I would like to record this momentous occasion," Castiel says. "Dean just admit that I was right and he was wrong."

"Hey, I never said I was wrong," Dean protests.

Castiel slaps a hand over his mouth. "Shh, let me have my moment."

He ends the video and takes his hand away. He opens Instagram and posts the video on his less popular account with the simple caption of, "This is my proudest moment."

Dean pulls out his own phone just to comment, "Bite me, Cas."

Castiel has to scroll through a few comments before he finds it, so he can say, "Maybe later, big boy ;)"

Dean's response is almost exactly as Castiel pictured — "I would ask if Gabriel stole your phone to say that if you weren't standing right next to me when you typed it."

Castiel chuckles, putting his phone away. They can be cute online later. They might as well be cute in reality while they're together. Dean seems to get the hint, because he does the same and puts his arms around him, and Castiel rests his head on his boyfriend's chest.

"Thanks for bringing me to Disney," Castiel mumbles.

Dean presses a kiss to the top of his head. "Thanks for finally embracing the Disney Magic."

Suddenly, someone says over the loud speaker, "To keep your wait times as short as possible, please keep up with the party in front of you."

They pull apart, and Castiel mutters, "That's not going to change the wait times at all, but go off," under his breath.

"I came out here to have a good time, and honestly I'm feeling so attacked right now," Dean says with a playful grin on his face.

As the line continues to move at a slow crawl, Dean keeps an arm around his boyfriend's waist. Castiel can't help but smile to himself. Sure, the rides here are okay, but the best part of his time at Disney has to be spending it with Dean.

"What are our plans for tomorrow?" Castiel asks.

"What, can't live in the moment?" Dean asks teasingly. "Tomorrow's Hollywood Studios, and I'm warning you now, it may be impossible to pull Charlie away from all the Star Wars stuff there."

"Oh, great," Castiel deadpans. "Because I know so much about Star Wars." He's seen it before, of course — it's impossible to be friends with Charlie and not have been forced into watching them all. He just doesn't remember any of the details.

"Come on, what's not to know?" Dean asks. "Qui Gon Jin and Ben Kenobi were the important people in Episode I; Ben and Anakin were the important people in Episode II; Ben and Anakin were still the important guys in Episode III, when Anakin joined the Emperor and Ben almost killed him and then Anakin became Vader and Anakin's girlfriend Padmé had Luke and Leia and died during childbirth —"

"Way too much information," Castiel tells him. "My brain physically cannot process all this at ten o'clock at night."

"Good thing it's only quarter of," Dean says with a teasing smile. "But I think the most important things to remember are that Princess Leia invented feminism and that the only reason anyone watched any of the new movies Disney made is because Oscar Isaac is hot."

"Didn't Oscar Isaac play Poe Damasomething?" Castiel asks.

"Poe Dameron and yes, Oscar Isaac did play best character in Star Wars history," Dean replies, then adds as an afterthought, "Well, one of the best, but Han Solo is up there, too."

"You're such a nerd," Castiel says with a laugh.

"You're such an uncultured swine," Dean says jokingly. "See, doesn't feel so good when other people do it to you, huh?"

Castiel shakes his head in amusement. "Why did I decide to date you?"

"I think the real question is why wouldn't you decide to date me?" Dean counters.

Castiel chuckles. "Fair point, fair point."

They chat throughout the twenty minute wait — apparently the wait time sign can be deceiving — until they finally board their "boat." As soon as they sit down, Dean puts an arm around him again, and Castiel rests a head on his shoulder. He's not sure what he's going to do in a couple weeks when they head their separate ways and Castiel doesn't have anyone to cuddle with whenever he wants to.

The cast member sprinkles some invisible pixie dust on the lap bar, and it slowly lowers into place. Castiel can't help but smile. He already knows this is going to be great, just for that.

They fly through Wendy's house first, and they even get to see Nana, the family's dog. Soon, they're flying over a bunch of small houses, probably made of cardboard. They even fly over Big Ben. Castiel looks over to see if Dean is enjoying this as much as he is, but his boyfriend just has his eyes closed. Castiel cocks his head in confusion, but he doesn't ask, instead just turning his attention back to the ride.

When they get off the ride, Dean seems to be wide awake again, as if nothing happened, so Castiel decides to just roll with it. They head out, and Dean immediately leads him over to the Winnie the Pooh ride. The line is only twenty minutes, which, if Peter Pan was any indication, means they'll be on in fifteen.

There are large screens lining the walls, each covered in animated honey. Castiel puts a hand on the screen, and it clears the honey off that area. He grins and wipes his hands along a while section, watching the honey slowly drop back down in satisfaction.

Dean puts a hand out as well, not quite touching the screen but getting close, which has the same effect.

"Where's the fun in that?" Castiel asks teasingly.

"The fun comes when I don't get sick but you do," Dean replies. "Do you know how many little kids have touched that? Do you know what other gross things little kids have touched? I'm not usually a germaphobe, but this is excessively disgusting."

Castiel instantly pulls his hand away. "Oh. Help."

Dean chuckles and pulls out a small thing of hand sanitizer. "Catch."

Castiel fumbles around but does manage to catch it after Dean threw it those four inches to him. "Do you always carry this in your pocket?"

"First time," Dean replies. "But it was apparently a good idea."

The ride is adorable. They bounce around with Tigger. They stroll through Winnie the Pooh's dream. They watch a baby kangaroo turn into a kite. It's honestly the cutest thing the world has ever seen.

"Let's go again!" Castiel says as soon as they step off the ride.

"Really, Cas? That's your idea of an awesome ride?" Dean shakes his head in amusement.

"How is that not your idea of a good time?" Castiel asks. "It was adorable!"

"Okay, yeah, it was," Dean admits. "But really? Again? It's not that good."

Castiel crosses his arms. "Fine. Be that way."

Dean sighs. "If you really want to go again —"

"Nah, I'm just messing with you," Castiel tells him. "Where to now?"

"It's a Small World?" Dean suggests. "I have no idea what it is, but it always has a really long line, so it's gotta be good."

"Agreed," Castiel replies. "Let's go!"

~~

"If I ever hear that song again, I'm going to blow my freaking brains out," Dean deadpans.

"And those dolls," Castiel breathes. "That's the stuff of nightmares."

"We are never riding It's A Small World ever again," Dean says. "That was an assault on my eyes and ears."

"Trust me, I'm not arguing."

Needless to say, It's A Small World was not a very fun ride. It looks all cute and innocent, preaching equality and love towards everyone regardless of race or nationality, but in reality, it's actually the deepest circle of hell.

"What's left to ride?" Castiel asks. "We've still got, what, an hour left?"

"I was thinking I could drag you over to Thunder Mountain, stick you on it and ignore your protests, and watch as you realize it's actually a very tame rollercoaster," Dean suggests.

"What? No! No, that's never, ever, ever happening," Castiel tells him.

"Aw, come on," Dean whines. "I'll buy you ice cream if you do it."

Castiel crosses his arms stubbornly.

"I'll ride Winnie the Pooh with you, and then buy you ice cream," Dean offers.

Castiel hesitates, then sighs. "Fine, but just because I love Pooh Bear."

At this point in the night, there are very few people still at the park, and the wait isn't very long. It's probably a good thing. He doesn't have the extra time to panic, and it's not until he's actually seated on the rollercoaster — in the very back row, nonetheless — that it really occurs to him that he's going to ride another rollercoaster. No amount of ice cream is going to make this worth it.

"Ready?" Dean asks excitedly.

"Never," Castiel deadpans.

"It's gonna be great," Dean assures him. "Trust me."

The ride was not great.

Dean rode the entire thing with his hands up, while Castiel was holding on to the safety bar for his life. Every time they went down a drop, he'd let out a yelp, and every time, Dean would just laugh at him.

As their train pulls back into the station for them to get off, Castiel mutters, "I hate you so much."

"I know you do," Dean replies with a grin. "C'mon, let's get to Winnie the Pooh so I can get my ice cream."

They only have to wait ten minutes until they're on Winnie the Pooh, and it's just as cute the second time. Dean does his best to not look bored, but his best isn't good enough. Castiel almost feels bad for dragging him back on here until he remembers that Dean has made him ride two rollercoasters today and he easily could have died in either one. This is just karma.

They order their ice creams at the place right next to the ride and sit down at one of the tables to eat. Castiel looks around, a small smile on his lips. This place is beautiful at night.

"So," Dean says, "after this, are we going back to the cabin, or is there anything else you want to ride?"

Castiel shrugs. "Cabin, I guess. Get some sleep so we can do this all over again tomorrow?"

"Good plan," Dean agrees. "Forward thinking. Very innovative. I give it a nine out of ten overall."

Castiel chuckles. "You're so weird."

"That would be the effects of sleep deprivation," Dean replies. "I need a nap but I don't want to take the time to take one."

"I feel you," Castiel replies. "On the bright side, we'll probably get a solid seven hours tonight if we're lucky."

"Because that's wonderful," Dean deadpans. "But hey, it meant more awake time with you, so I don't see the problem."