Castiel waits impatiently for the sound of the front door opening. It's the day of Dean's first preseason game, and Castiel can't help but feel a little nervous for him to come back tonight. What if he lost? Does Castiel even want to be in the same house as Dean when he loses a game? How does he handle it?

Finally, he hears the creak of the front door's hinges, and he knows Dean's back. Castiel waits at the kitchen table, drinking a bottle of cold water in an attempt to not fall asleep.

Dean steps into view, an exhausted look on his face. When he sees his fiancé, he gives the boy a small, halfhearted smile. "Hey, Cas."

Castiel cocks his head to one side, squinting his eyes slightly. "You seem upset."

Dean shrugs. "No, not really." He walks over and sits down across from the boy, propping his head up on his hand.

"What was the score?" Castiel asks.

"37-20," Dean says simply.

"And that's good?" Castiel asks, realizing he actually knows absolutely nothing about football.

"Yeah, pretty good," Dean says. "We won — better than last time we played the Eagles, I think."

"You don't seem very happy about it," Castiel observes cautiously.

Dean shrugs. "Long day. I guess I lost the ability to emote along the way."

"Can I get you anything?" Castiel asks, hoping there's at least something he can do to cheer his fiancé up.

"Nope."

Castiel frowns. Well, that's no help. He walks over to the boy and takes his arm, trying to drag him away. Unfortunately for him, even his full body weight can't get Dean out of his chair if he doesn't want to stand up.

"Come on," Castiel insists.

Dean sighs. "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"

Dean stands up and lets Castiel lead him to their bedroom. Castiel sits Dean on the end of the bed, then sits next to him, legs hanging over the side of the bed.

"Was that it?" Dean asks. "You just wanted to sit on the bed instead of in the kitchen?"

Castiel nods. "Pretty much."

"But why?"

"Because the other side of the table is so far away," Castiel explains. "But here, I can do this." He picks his legs up and curls them up on the couch next to him, leaning his head again Dean's shoulder. "Snuggles."

Dean puts an arm around him. "You know, I think I like this idea."

~~

Castiel groans at the sound of Dean's alarm. That time already? It's too early for this. Can't they just stay here, cuddling in bed?

Unfortunately, Dean doesn't seem to get his telepathic pleas, because he pushes himself into a sitting position, and Castiel loses his human pillow. Dean runs a hand down his face, then looks back at his fiancé with a small smile.

"No nightmare last night?" Dean guesses, seeming sort of proud of him.

"Nope," Castiel replies, and it's a nice realization. He doesn't even remember having a dream at all last night, which is probably a good sign.

"Well, that's nice, huh?" Dean crawls out of bed and kneels down next to him to give him a quick kiss on the forehead. "I'm gonna go make some coffee."

Castiel sighs and sits up. "I guess I'm gonna come with you."

"You do realize you're more than welcome to go back to sleep, right?" Dean says.

Castiel shrugs. "I can sleep when you're gone."

"Well, I'm certainly not going to complain."

Castiel takes his hand, their fingers interlaced, as they walk out to the kitchen together. Castiel sits down at the counter, watching in silence as Dean starts his coffee, then begins making breakfast.

"So, you're going to California tomorrow, right?" Dean says.

Castiel props his head up on his hand. "Yep."

"And you're all ready?" Dean asks. "Everything packed? Hotel booked? Whole nine yards?"

Castiel shakes his head at the boy. "Dean, you know I love you, but I'm perfectly capable of going to California without your help."

"I know, I know," Dean says. "But for my sanity, I still want to make sure that everything's ready."

"Well, yes, I'm ready," Castiel assures him. "I'm gonna get there with no problem, and I'm gonna survive over there with no problem, and then I'm gonna come home with no problem after a week. It'll be like I was never gone."

"Okay, good."

And awkward silence.

"Jack Kline's new song came out at midnight, by the way," Dean tells him.

"That was this week?" He should probably check that out. "Good to know."

"I'm just thinking, you should probably listen to it before you go see him," Dean says.

"Yeah, probably," Castiel agrees. "Actually, can I see your phone?"

"Why don't you use your phone?" Dean asks.

"Because yours already has the Twitter app, so I just have to sign in and sign out," Castiel explains.

"Why are you going on Twitter?" Dean asks, seeming more skeptical of giving away his phone than before.

"Because I haven't done anything on Twitter since June, so if I like a tweet from Jack about his new single, my fans are going to freak out because it means I'm alive and they'll hopefully check it out," Castiel explains.

"So you're basically trying to hand your fans over to Jack," Dean surmises.

"I'm trying to share my fans with Jack — at least until people know his name," Castiel corrects him. Although if he could just hand him his entire career, he would totally do that.

Dean hesitates, then says, "My phone's on my nightstand."

"You're the best."

Castiel heads back to their bedroom just long enough to grab Dean's phone, only to realize he doesn't know Dean's passcode. He gives it to his fiancé.

"Help?"

Dean quickly types in his password and hands the phone back. "Knock yourself out."

Twitter's on the home screen now, no longer tucked away in a folder full of other apps, which makes Castiel's life a lot easier. He adds his account to the app and immediately searches Jack's name. Sure enough, the first tweet that shows up is his announcement that the song's out, with a link to the video on YouTube. Castiel just leaves a like and returns to his Twitter feed, but before he logs out, he notices the most recent tweet is from Lucifer, and he never wants to pass up a chance to read Lucifer's tweets.

"I just put a paper sailors hat on my guinea pig and he immediately knocked it off his head and I've never been so offended."

Castiel shakes his head in amusement. It's good to see that he's still a dork.

~~

"Welp, I gotta go," Dean says finally.

"That time already?" Castiel asks, disappointed.

"Unfortunately so." Dean walks over to Castiel's seat at the counter and leans down to give him a kiss. "I'll see you in a few hours."

"Have fun," Castiel says. "Don't die."

"No promises." Dean ruffles Castiel's hair playfully. "Love you, Cas."

"Love you, too."