"It was the heat of the moment!"

Dean groans and sits up reluctantly. "And a big ol' fuck you to you too."

Sam just laughs. "Payback's a bitch."

"What time is it?" Castiel mutters.

"Almost seven," Gabriel replies. "But you still gotta get up because we have plans. I don't know what those plans are, but they're plans."

"We're going to eat breakfast at Magic Kingdom," Dean explains. "And we're gonna meet Winnie the Pooh and... other characters from Winnie the Pooh..."

"I'm gonna pass," Castiel mumbles, rolling over and burying his head in his pillow.

"What? No, you can't!" Dean protests. "It's food! And fluffy people!"

Castiel laughs, which is more a forceful exhale than a real laugh. "But I don't feel good. Too much junk food."

Dean lies down next to his boyfriend. "Cas, you're in Disney. You gotta do Disney stuff. Even if you just come to breakfast with us and don't eat anything and you go back right after. But you can't ditch."

"But I wanna ditch," Castiel whines.

"Well, we don't always get what we want, now, do we?"

~~

They must have missed the boat to the Contemporary, where they'll walk over to Magic Kingdom, which means they have to wait for up to twenty minutes for it to come back. Fortunately for Castiel, he brought the letter from the fan that he meant to read yesterday, so that should provide a little entertainment.

He pulls it out of the envelope and carefully unfolds it. It's hand written in neat, blocky lettering.

"Dear Castiel,

"I don't know if you'll read this. I don't know if you'll ever even see it. But if you do, I just want to tell you how much you and your music mean to me. I've been a big fan of yours since before Perdition hit the Billboard top 25. I was just coming to terms with my sexuality at the time, and the backlash I got from it. Seventh graders aren't very understanding, but I'm sure that's not news to you. Seeing a gay celebrity, especially one who was barely older than me, dominating the charts like that was nothing short of inspirational.

"I'm not in middle school anymore. Your validation is no longer my first priority. As of when I write this, you only know I exist because of that one extra album sale or the couple nosebleed tour tickets that disappeared, so it probably sounds weird when I say I consider you a friend, but I do. Most of your fans do. We've watched you grow up, and we've grown up, too, with you right by our sides. We've heard you talk and write about your experiences that so closely paralleled our own, and we've seen them take their toll on you like they have to us. And we've seen you fight them, time and time again, and come out on top, which just motivates us to do the same.

"I know stan twitter can get rough, and I just want you to know that that's nothing like what the real world thinks of you. It only feels like the world is against you because the loudmouths are upset that you're more successful than their favs, and a lot of your fans have taken your advice and walked away from the celebrity twitter scene, so they're not there to defend you.

"But in the real, offline world, everyone loves you. Your songs come on at school dances, and people start cheering. My school plays music in the halls between classes on Fridays, and when your songs come on, you can hear people down the hall screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs. My little sister used to dance when she was three, and the teacher would play your songs, and all the three-year-olds would get excited.

"Not everyone buys your albums. Not everyone knows all your songs. But when your singles come on, people throw a freaking party. Your impact is real, and it's good, and I'm sure you can't see it because those few people have made it their life goal to tell you and everyone else that it's not true, but they're wrong.

"Just, please, don't change. People love you for who you are, and they love your music for what it is, and we don't want anything else. When you started that asshole gig to promote your last album, it scared us because there's no one else out there like you, and we weren't ready to lose you. We still aren't.

"Thank you for seven incredible years. Thank you for your awkward, self consciousness teenage self who would really only show who he is through music. Thank you for the new you who speaks volumes in his words with and without that infamous guitar in the background. Thank you for always staying true to yourself. It's what we love you for.

"Your biggest fan,

"Katy (@KatyKatSaysHi on insta and twitter)

"P.S. And don't listen to everyone telling you to dump Dean Winchester to the curb just because they don't like him. We (your fans) know you don't like media backlash, but if he ever treats you wrong, I promise that cutting him out of your life will be worth it, regardless of what those no-name trashy magazines say. But if he makes you happy, I hope you never break up. You deserve your happily ever after."

Castiel wipes a tear from his eye. He's been given a lot of cute things, but this is the best gift anyone's given him. He's going to hang it on the fridge the second he gets home. He doesn't care if that means it will be stuck in his suitcase for months until his tour ends.

"What? Do I have to fight someone?" Dean asks as soon as he notices Castiel's emotional state.

"No, no fighting," Castiel assures him. "I just... I love my fans. I really, really love my fans."

"What does is say?" Dean asks.

"Just really sweet stuff," Castiel replies vaguely.

He pulls out his phone and immediately follows Katy on Instagram, then posts a picture of the folded letter on his Instagram story with the words, "Thank you so much, @KatyKatSaysHi. This is so sweet." He adds a line of rainbow heart emojis before he posts it, because it just wouldn't be complete without them.

The boat shows up then, and they have to wait for it to pull up before they can board. Castiel and Dean sit together on a bench, the latter with his arm around his boyfriend. Castiel rests his head on his shoulder and closes his eyes.

"Tired?" Dean asks, amused.

Castiel just hums in response.

The walk to the park wakes him up a bit. It takes about fifteen minutes, and when they get there, they're sent through the metal detector before heading straight into the park. Dean and Castiel walk ahead of their friends, with Lucifer vlogging behind them.

"I thought the park didn't open for another hour," Castiel says, confused. "Why are we here now?"

"Reservations," Dean replies. "We're special."

They lapse into silence, until Dean breaks it.

"Silence is awkward. Let's talk," he says.

"Talk about what?"

"Stuff," Dean says vaguely. "Random topic of conversation time: where do you see yourself in, say, ten years?"

"What is this, kindergarten?" Castiel says with a light laugh. "I don't really know, honestly. It'll probably be, like, eight years after people stop caring about me, so I will have probably stopped releasing music and I'll just write for myself at home, maybe living on a beach in Hawaii or something." He shrugs. He hasn't given a whole lot of thought to his future yet. Until recently, he wasn't even sure he'd be alive long enough to have one.

"And when you think about your beach house in Hawaii, do you see me there with you?" Dean asks.

"Oh, yeah, definitely," Castiel says without hesitation. "I had just sort of assumed you would be — unless I annoy you too much and you ditch me or something."

"I can assure you, that's not going to happen," Dean says, completely confident in this.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Castiel replies. "Maybe not now, but eventually. You never know."

Dean shakes his head at the boy. "It's not going to happen. I can prove it, if you want."

Castiel scoffs. "Prove it how?"

Dean smiles slightly and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a small box, but Castiel doesn't process what it is until Dean gets down on one knee and pops the little box open to reveal a ring.

"Will you marry me?"

A/N Ayyyyy I bet none of you saw that coming! It's not like you've been saying it for the last 10 chapters or anything. Y'all should go check out the next book, "Standing Together," and see what Cas says. Also I'm aware that it's a shitty title but I actually never thought of a title for it until now whoops. The first chapter is out now, so go read it. This is @kittyhazelnut signing out.