Dean cups his hands around his mouth. "Charlie!"

The redhead doesn't hear him, too busy chatting with her girlfriend ahead of them in line.

Dean tries again. "Charlie Bradbury!"

By now, the majority of people near them are watching, annoyed. Castiel nudges Dean, silently telling him to stop.

Dean ignores him. "Charlie Raspberry!"

Castiel can't help but laugh at that. "That actually fits really well."

"I know, right?" Dean says with a grin. "I'm a fu—" He cuts himself off when he remembers they're standing behind a couple little kids, both of whom are watching them because they're making a racket. "Flipping. I'm a flipping genius."

Castiel shakes his head at him. "Wow, Dean. That was such a horrible save, it doesn't deserve to be called a save."

"Ya know what, Cas? I tried."

One of the kids in front of them, a little bit who can't be more than six years old, asks, "Are you Dean Winchester?"

That seems to get his parents' attention, and they both seem ready to apologize for their child's random question, but they see Dean's face, they both pause. Castiel eyes the little boy's hat. He's noticed a lot of Patriots hats over the last few days, but typically not on little kids, and they never seem to recognize their star quarterback.

"I am," Dean replies.

Castiel raises an eyebrow. He's rarely that nice when an adult recognizes him. People should send their kids after him more often.

"Woah!" the little boy grins. "You're the best football player ever!"

Dean chuckles. "I'm not, but I appreciate —"

"You are!" the little boy insists. "I've seen all your games! You're the best!"

"You've seen all our games?" Dean repeats. "You must be a football expert."

"Yeah!"

Dean bites back a laugh. "And what's your name?"

"Thomas!" He says it with so much excitement, it's comical.

"It's nice to meet you, Thomas." Dean boops his hat. "Nice hat."

"I got it last year when I saw a game in real life!" Thomas tells him. "And you were there and you won and it was awesome!"

"Did you get to go to Gillette Stadium?" Dean asks, using the tone of voice adults use when they ask little kids questions that they already know the answer to.

"Yeah!"

"Was it fun?" Dean asks.

"It was awesome!" Thomas says excitedly. "I wanna play football there one day!"

"I bet you'll be a great football player," Dean tells him. "You just gotta work hard."

"Guys, can we move a little bit?" Castiel interrupts hesitantly. "We're kinda blocking the line."

As thy shift over a bit to let people pass, the little girl next to Thomas, probably about his age, tugs on her mother's shirt and asks quietly, "Who's that?"

"Dean Winchester?" her mom asks. "He plays football for the Patriots. You see him on tv sometimes on Sundays."

"No, him." The little girl looks at Castiel pointedly. Castiel gives her a small smile, but she's obviously not talking to him, so he's not sure whether he's supposed to respond.

"Oh, that's —" She pauses, then asks, "Casteel?"

"Castiel, yeah." It's not the first time someone's said his name like that, but it's been a while. He's one of the biggest celebrities in the country. He kind of assumed most people have heard his name if they've read it as she must have to know who he is.

She nods once and says to her daughter, "That's Castiel Novak. He's Dean Winchester's friend."

Castiel has to fight the urge to roll his eyes. He's sure the mother knows they're dating, but everyone seems content keeping the idea of homosexuality away from their kids as though it's a swear. He's come to accept it. If that's how someone wants to raise their child, it's not his place to complain.

"Castiel Novak?" the girl repeats, a huge grin on her face. She speaks directly to him for the first time when she says, "You sing 'Yasss'!"

Castiel chuckles. "Yasss, I do."

The little girl laughs. "Me and my friend sing 'Yasss' all the time!"

"Really?" He tries to sound interested, but he's really just surprised. How does anyone like 'Yasss'? Castiel himself doesn't like it, and he's the one who wrote it.

"Yeah! It's my favorite song ever!"

If this is what kids these days like, he pities the future of the pop radio. He has to admit, though, it's a lot better than trap music. It's more appropriate, too. Although that does raise the question of what she thinks his gay anthem means, if she doesn't know what homosexuality is. He uses the word way too much in the song. Logically, he knows he shouldn't ask because the mother doesn't seem to want her daughter to know about it yet, but curiosity gets the better of him.

"And what do you think 'Yasss' is about?"

The little girl doesn't hesitate before answering, "Mommy says it's about a boy who has a bunch of friends who are boys too!"

"Oh, really?" He looks to her mother, who looks almost embarrassed. Apparently, she never expected her daughter to actually speak to a gay man with this information. He just gives her an amused smile, a signal of sorts to let her know that it's okay. Gay erasure is nothing new to him.

He had stopped listening to Dean's conversation with Thomas, but somehow manages to catch Dean saying, "I'm sorry, buddy. I don't have a pen with me."

Castiel reaches into his pocket and pulls it a silver permanent marker, which he pokes his boyfriend's shoulder with. Dean grins and takes it from him.

"Where'd you get that?" Dean asks.

"My brother threw it at me this morning," Castiel lies, because he's sure it will entertain the little kids — and he's correct.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?"

He signs Thomas' Patriots cap, and his father asks him to sign his own, so he does.

The little girl looks up at Castiel and says, "I don't have a hat. Can you sign my shirt?"

Castiel chuckles. "I think that's up to your parents."

She looks up at her mom hopefully. "Can Castiel sign my shirt?"

"No, Taylor, he can't sign your shirt," she says, amused. "Dean Winchester's only signing Thomas' hat because it's a Patriots hat, and he plays for the Patriots."

The girl, Taylor, pauses, then asks, "Castiel is on my iPod. Can he sign me iPod?"

The mother laughs. "He's not on your iPod, Taylor. You must've heard his music on the radio through your iPod."

"Can he sign it though?" she asks.

The mother shakes her head in amusement, but pulls out her daughter's iPod from her backpack anyway. It has a bright pink case, which is way too stereotypical for Castiel to wrap his head around, but he doesn't mention that. If she likes pink, power to her.

Castiel pulls out a black permanent marker from his pocket and writes, "Taylor, never lose your sparkle," before signing his name. It's a stupid note, but he likes to personalize autographs and doesn't really know anything about her to use. She probably can't read it, anyway.

As the mother puts the iPod back in her back, she says, "Say 'thank you.'"

"Thank you!" Taylor squeaks.

"You're welcome," Castiel replies. He'd usually say something more casual like, "no problem," but for some reason, using phrases like that is often frowned upon, especially with little kids, so he tries to avoid it when talking to children.

"Hey, is that a Castiel?"

Castiel and Dean both looks over to see Charlie running toward them, Gilda trailing behind.

"Heyo!" she says with a grin. "Ooh, it's other people. Hi, other people! I'm Charlie."

"Charlie?" Thomas repeats. "Charlie's a boy's name."

"Well, that could be a problem, because I'm not a boy," Charlie replies, amused.

"Didn't you just ride this?" Castiel asks. He's decently sure the girls they saw ahead of them were Charlie and Gilda.

"Yep! A few times now," she says proudly. "It's so cool!"

"She's a little obsessed," Gilda whispers loudly.

"What? No, of course not!" she says sarcastically. "But you bi—" She glances at Thomas and Taylor, then amends, "boys better start moving or we're leaving you behind."

Dean nods once. "Alrighty, let's go."

They go through the queue, and it's another five minutes until they're given their seats, which gives the family more than enough time to get pictures with their idols. When the woman running the ride asks how many in their party, Thomas says, "Eight!" with far too much confidence for someone who's wrong.

"Four," his mother corrects him. "They're not in our group, Tommy."

The lady — Carrie from Alderaan, according to her name tag — laughs. "Well, all eight of you can go down that way." She gestures to the left.

As they walk by, Charlie says, "Sorry about your planet."

Without missing a beat, Carrie says, "Thank you. It was hard."

As they're situated in line, Dean asks, "What the hell happened to her planet?"

"Oh, she's from Alderaan," Charlie says.

"But Alderaan doesn't exist," Dean reminds her.

"Exactly."

Dean rolls his eyes. "No, I mean it's a fictional planet. She can't be from a fictional planet."

"Oh, no, that's what her name tag says," Charlie explains. "Everyone's from a Star Wars planet here."

"But what happened to her planet?" Castiel asks. "Alderaan, or whatever."

"It blew up," Charlie replies as if he should know that. "That was the entire beginning of A New Hope. Have you even seen Star Wars?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry that I don't know every detail about everything in the Star Wars universe," Castiel says sarcastically.

"Please pay attention to the following safety instructions."

Charlie grins and begins reciting it along with the tv. "When the automatic doors have opened, please proceed directly across your aisle, filling in every available seat. Galactic regulations require that all carry-on items but be safely stored under — dammit!"

"So close, yet so far," Gilda laughs.

"How many times have you been on this?" Dean asks, gaping at her.

"A lot," Charlie replies. "It's awesome. You're gonna love it."

And they do. They fly out of an imperial hanger after Kylo Ren demands to have the Rebel Spy — who happens to be little Thomas — and over to Jakku with Finn, receive a transmission from BB-8, and then soar through the battlefield on Crait. It's impressive, the mechanics that move the ship enough to make it feel like they're really flying.

"We got BB-8!" Charlie says excitedly as they exit the ride. "I've been hoping we'd see him every time! That was awesome!"

"Wait, did you not see BB-8 last time?" Castiel asks, confused. "How'd you miss him?"

"Oh, the ride changes," Gilda tells him. "Last time, we went to Hoth and then made our way through some intense traffic. You'd have to keep riding it to really understand."

Castiel shrugs. "Well, if you guys are going to keep looping around, I'll go with you."

"Yes!" Charlie cheers. "Let's go!"

"I'm gonna pass," Dean says. "You guys go ahead. I'm going to look for Sam or Lucifer or someone."

"Alright, party pooper," Charlie says teasingly. "We'll just have fun without you."

"Oh, wait, hold on." Dean hands Castiel the permanent marker back. "I'm pretty sure no one threw a marker at you today, so where'd you actually get it from?"

"I always keep a couple with me," Castiel tells him. "It helps when people want autographs."

"Really? That's exactly why I wouldn't carry one around."