Dean and Castiel are hanging out at the Novak house because this is a Destiel fan fiction and there's literally been five chapters with Dean since chapter 11. This is the least shippy ship fic in the history of ship fics ever. Anyway, back to the Destiel...

Dean strums at the guitar, as he's been doing for the last half hour they've been together. It's nice, having something to listen to during pauses in the conversation, as infrequent as they are.

"Are you releasing a new album soon?" Dean asks him. "Don't you do it every year?"

Castiel nods. "Mm, yeah. End of June. I think I'm starting my tour in August."

"When are you coming to Massachusetts?" Dean asks him.

Castiel shrugs. "No clue. October, maybe? November? I think it's one of the last stops. Actually... Hold on."

Castiel pulls out his phone and opens his calendar app. He doesn't have all the tour dates in here yet, but he does have the important ones. The first one, in Lawrence, Kansas; his hometown, Sioux Falls; near Aunt Amara, in Maryland; near Stanford, in California; and the last one. Maybe the last one is... Yep. Massachusetts.

"November nineteenth," Castiel announces. "Last tour stop."

"I'll be there," Dean assures him. "Can I get early tickets? I want front and center. Ooh, and backstage passes! Can I? Can I?" he asks like a Lucifer — err, like a child.

Castiel chuckles. "Sure, Dean. I'll make sure you get tickets front and center."
"And backstage passes?"

"Or you can just come see me after because I know you?" Castiel suggests.

"Backstage. Passes."

Castiel rolls his eyes. "Sure, I'll get you a backstage pass, too."

"Yes!" Dean cheers. "The perks of being Castiel Novak's boyfriend are freaking awesome."

Castiel chuckles. "You know, those perks include just being able to walk backstage. My family does it every year."

"But that's not the same," Dean replies. "You don't get the full experience without the backstage pass."

Castiel rolls his eyes, an amused smile on his lips. "Sure, Dean. Sure."

"And here you'll find a Castiel during mating season," Lucifer says as though narrating a nature documentary. Again. Because he's Lucifer. The author sighs. Why did she make Lucifer so weird?

He steps into view, once again holding Castiel's phone. Okay, he really needs to change the password on that. This is the second time today he's done this.

"Fuck off, Lucifer," Dean says, though he doesn't snap at the boy and he's clearly at least a little amused. "I'm scoring myself some backstage passes."

"To what?" Lucifer asks. "Castiel isn't on tour right now. Unless... Castiel, are you going on tour?" He practically screams the last part from excitement.

"Eventually, yeah," Castiel replies. "But I haven't released an album in almost a year, so I'm not going on tour now."

Lucifer frowns. "But I like stalking you at your concerts!"

"And I like watching you scream my lyrics at the top of your lungs from onstage," Castiel replies with a playful grin.

"Well of course I do," Lucifer replies as though it's obvious, which it kind of is because it's a concert. And Lucifer. "Because Michael would yell at me for screaming them in the house."

Castiel chuckles. "You're scared of Michael?"

Lucifer pauses, then nods. "Yeah, I think so. I mean, he knows everything about the human body and medical research and stuff. He could kill me like that." He snaps his fingers for emphasis on how quickly Michael could kill him.

"Yes, I could, so watch yourself!" Michael calls from his room.

"Are you always listening to our conversations?" Lucifer asks.

"Yeah, because you don't seem to know how to be quiet," Michael replies.

"But — actually, yeah, that's fair," Lucifer agrees. He looks over at Dean as if just now registering something. "That was you playing guitar? I thought it was Castiel."

"Nope, it was me," Dean replies. "Cas pretty much spends his life playing guitar. I think I deserve a chance every now and then, too."

"Yeah, but, like, I decided to live stream this on Castiel's account because I sorta assumed it was him playing guitar and then it just... wasn't."

"Better luck next time," Castiel replies, not a trace of sympathy in his voice. "And you're supposed to be with Claire doing math, remember? You specifically said that you would so I could hang with Dean?"

"Seriously?" Dean says as if more offended than he really is. "You just invited me over so you didn't have to do math? Well, great. Thanks, Cas."

"Ooh, cat's out," Lucifer says with a smirk. "No, but I really was mathing. And clearly not Englishing. But I gave her a break so she's eating goldfish and I'm bugging you."

"Well, don't," Dean replies.

"I'm pretty sure anyone who had notifications on for my live streams has turned them off by now because you keep live streaming the stupidest things," Castiel tells his brother.

"Your fans love me," Lucifer replies confidently.

"Every single person who started this live stream probably saw that it was you and died a little on the inside," Dean teases.

It's nice to see that he and Lucifer are still at a level of comfort that they can make jokes like this, even after so many years without seeing each other, Castiel observes. It's just like old times.

"Well, great, thanks, Dean," Lucifer says sarcastically. "I don't think it's fair that you two are ganging up on me, by the way, because no one ever says good things to me and you're over there whispering sweet nothings every night while you —"

"And you wonder why no one says nice things to you," Dean interrupts, amused.

"And you need to calm yourself because Dean and I are just friends, anyway," Castiel adds. Dean doesn't deny this, and Castiel knows that he understands, but Lucifer just looks confused. Castiel tries to clue him in a little. "You know I don't have a boyfriend. I'd rather focus on my career, remember?"

Realizations dawns on Lucifer when he says this. Well, that's good. At least he doesn't publicize Destiel for the whole world to know about. Right now, Destiel is a secret mission in a sense, and no one can know. Except, like, a crap ton of people who already know but whatever. Details.

"Sure, keep saying that," Lucifer replies. "But you and Dean are my OTP and eventually the entire world will get to see you two being all cute and shit."

Both Dean and Castiel roll their eyes. They both know what he means by that; he wants their relationship public. But he wouldn't publicize it without both their consent, and he's likely just waiting for the moment their relationship enters the public eye so he can start freaking out about them in a more public way. Maybe they should try to keep their relationship under wraps as long as possible...

"Okay, I'm gonna end the live stream," Lucifer announces, then does just that. He hands Castiel his phone back. "Honestly, this is all your fault. Either think of a better password or don't leave your phone out all the time."

"I think I'm going to do both just for good measure," Castiel replies.

"And really, Castiel?" Lucifer adds. "The day mom died? Pretty much the most important day of your life, next to your actual birth. Not that hard to guess."

Castiel ignores him and changes the password to 1117, or November 17th, because it's the day he'll finish his tour and see Dean again, and his brothers won't know it so they can't guess. He slides the phone into his pocket once he's done.

"There. No more Facebook for you," Castiel tells his brother.

Lucifer lets out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine. If you won't let me have any fun, I'll go math an' stuff instead. I don't need you guys, anyway."

Lucifer struts out of the room as if he doesn't have a care in the world. Knowing him, that's probably true. It must be nice, Castiel thinks wistfully. He's never had that. There's always been something eating him.

His hand covers his previously scarred arm subconsciously. Lucifer's never had any problems like that. Hell, Lucifer's biggest problem is how he messed up the Element Song. And who knows? Maybe Castiel could have been like that, if circumstances were different. But he can't.

"Hey," Dean says softly, placing his hand on top of Castiel's. He looks over at the older boy, whose gaze is sympathetic. It's almost as if he can read Castiel's mind, though maybe he's just that transparent. "What's wrong?"

Castiel shakes his head slightly. "Nothing."

"Really, Cas, what's wrong?" Dean asks again.

"I said nothing," Castiel repeats, his tone cold where Dean's was soft and gentle.

Dean sighs and puts the guitar on the floor before turning back to Castiel, able to move more freely without the instrument in his lap. He looks at the younger boy with sad eyes, knowing there's more to his thoughts than he lets on.

"I know you don't like talking about this type of stuff, but if you change your mind, I'm here. I'll always be here for you, Cas. Don't forget that, okay?"

Castiel slides closer to Dean until their arms touch, resting his head on the older boy's shoulder. Dean puts an arm around Castiel reassuringly. The contact makes Castiel feel... safe. Safe from others, but most of all, safe from himself. And that's something he hasn't felt in a long time.

"I know," Castiel says softly. "But right now, I don't want to talk about it. Maybe I never will; I don't know. But if I do change my mind, I'll go to you."

And it's true. Castiel has a hard time believing in people, but it's different with Dean. He loves Dean. More than that, though; he trusts Dean. That's new to him. The concept of trust itself it. But with Dean, it just feels... right.

A/N I'm just trying to set things up casually for a few fictional months from now so don't mind me and my randomness :)
And happy Easter to those who celebrate it!