~~Time skip~~

"Happy New Years Eve!" Gabriel says, bounding into the room.

"You don't celebrate New Years Eve," Castiel tells him. "I mean, not verbally. You celebrate that night and you say it on New Years."

"Whatever," Gabriel replies dismissively. "Anyway, I was thinking, we should totally have a party tonight! You know, invite the Winchesters and our school friends and stuff. It'll be awesome!"

Castiel shrugs. "I'm game. Ask Dad."

"I already did," Gabriel replies. "He said sure. I just wanted to give you the illusion that your opinion mattered."

"Great, thanks Gabriel," Castiel says sarcastically.

"Gabriel, are you just doing this because...?" Lucifer asks, and Gabriel nods before Lucifer can finish his question. "Nice."

"What?" Castiel asks.

"Nothing," Gabriel replies dismissively. "Anyway, let's go buy food and stuff!"

After a couple hours, the majority of the family is waiting in the living room, munching on Doritos and Lays potato chips. Other than Chuck, who's probably in his office that they're all forbidden from entering, they're all hanging out together. It's not because they value each other's company, but because they like chips.

The first people to show up are the Winchesters. They don't bother knocking, and instead just find the living room on their own. Dean sits next to Castiel on the couch, Sam gives Gabriel a hug and kiss, and Adam sits on the floor next to Samandriel.

"Happy New Years Eve, guys!" Gabriel says with a grin.

"No one says that," Sam tells him. "Like, ever."

"That's what I said!" Castiel announces.

"No one cares what you said," Gabriel replies. "I say it. The end."

"That makes one person in the world," Lucifer jokes. "Seriously, you never say 'happy something Eve.' You just don't. Now, on Christmas Eve, you can say 'merry Christmas,' but you don't say Eve."

"We don't need a lesson in holiday greetings," Michael tells him.

"Well, clearly Gabriel does," Lucifer replies.

"You do it your way, I'll do it mine," Gabriel responds.

"It's almost time to go back to school," Dean says sadly, directing his comment towards Castiel because he's bored of the holiday etiquette class.

"Couple more days," Castiel replies. "Can it just be vacation forever?"

"I wish," Dean says. "I like hanging out with you."

"Right back at you," Castiel replies.
They've been doing it just about every day since Christmas ended, and Castiel loves every second of it.

"Ooh, I see chips!" Dean says excitedly before grabbing a handful of Doritos and reclining on the couch. "This is the life, man."

"Yeah," Castiel agrees.

"'Sup, bitches?"

Everyone looks over to see Charlie bouncing into the room. She gets a greeting from everyone in the room before she plops down on the floor.

"So, what're we doing?" she asks.

"Nothin'," Lucifer replies.

"Nothing? Nothing at all?"

"Not really," Anna replies. "Sabriel is being all chick-flicky, but the rest of us are just sitting around doing nothing."

"That's boring," Charlie says. "Well, yay on Sabriel, but the rest is boring."

"Everyone here is boring, so you shouldn't be surprised," Michael tells her.

"I'm not boring!" Lucifer protests.

"You really, really are," Michael replies.

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

They continue on like this for a while, proving that Lucifer isn't the only immature one.  It doesn't take long for everyone to decide to ignore them. Charlie decides to chat with Anna, and with Adamandriel — the unofficial ship name for an unsailing ship — and Sabriel chatting, Dean and Castiel are left to chat themselves.
"I can't believe 2016 is almost over," Castiel says as if it's not currently the end of January of 2017 as the author writes this.

"I know," Dean agrees. "It's a miracle. No more killer clowns, no more Harambe, no more dabbing — I hope. 2017 is looking better and it hasn't even begun."

"Agreed," Castiel replies. He glances at the clock on the wall. "Six and a half hours 'til 2017."

"It can't come soon enough."

"Are we gonna watch the ball drop?" Samandriel asks.

"We better," Lucifer replies. "We need to know exactly when it's the new year."

"Because apparently the exact second is very, very important," Michael adds sarcastically.

"It is!" Lucifer tells him enthusiastically.

"No, it's not."

"It totally is."

"Nope."

"The most important."

"Not at all."

Castiel rolls his eyes at their childish antics, and Dean laughs.

"I'm beginning to think you're the most mature person in the room," Dean tells him.

"Probably," Castiel replies. "'Til Kevin gets here, anyway.

"Yeah, where is he?" Dean asks. "He's coming, right?"

"He should be," Castiel replies. "But so is Garth, and he's not here yet, either. I guess we just have to wait."

They show up a few minutes later, but it's such a quiet, boring entrance that there's no point of going into detail about it.

By 11:45 that night, Castiel is exhausted. He likes to keep a constant sleep schedule, and waking up at five that morning with no naps throughout the day was not his brightest idea. He attempts to hide his yawn, but he can't.

"Tired already?" Dean observes, a teasing tone in his voice.

"No, of course not," Castiel replies.

"Liar," Dean accuses him with a grin.

"Alright, maybe," Castiel admits. "Usually, I'd be fast asleep by now."

"Seriously?" Dean says in surprise. "It's not even midnight."

"I'm not a night owl," Castiel replies with a shrug.

"I can see that," Dean laughs. "Just fifteen minutes longer. Think you can survive?"

"Probably not," Castiel says. "But I'll try."

"You better," Dean replies. "You can't just not be up for the new year. It's not allowed."

"Then you better have a plan to keep me awake."

"I guess we'll just have to keep talking," Dean suggests. "Well, it's New Years Eve. What's your New Years resolution?"

"I don't have one," Castiel tells him. "I'm not in elementary school anymore. I don't do that type of thing."

"Man, that's crap," Dean replies. "You're never too old to want to change."

"I never said I didn't want to change. I just don't have a New Years resolution," Castiel clarifies.

"Well, how 'bout you make one?"

"I don't know what type of thing to resolve to do," Castiel admits. He hasn't done this since fourth grade.

"Think of something. Anything."

"Well, what's yours?" Castiel inquires. "Maybe I can get some inspiration off yours."

"Yeah, I don't have one," Dean admits.

"But you just said I should have one, so why don't you have one?" Castiel asks.

"Because I'm already perfect."

Castiel scoffs. "Yeah, okay," he agrees sarcastically.

"What, you have a New Years resolution for me?"

"I can think of plenty," Castiel replies.

"Name one," Dean challenges.

"Be less of a dick," Castiel replies without hesitation, the slight grin on his face showing he doesn't mean it in a too much of a rude way.

Dean chuckles. "Well, hey, Cas, tell me how you really feel."

Castiel shrugs. "It's the truth. You're a dick. A bearable dick, but a dick nonetheless."

"But I'm also a hot dick," Dean adds. "So,  really, I don't have it that bad."

"If you wanna hang out with shallow people for the rest of your life, sure," Castiel replies.

"Then you're clearly a very shallow person, cuz you love hanging out with me," Dean says with a grin.

"Keep telling yourself that."

"Great, Cas, thanks," Dean says sarcastically. "Well, I'll work on my dick level, if you accept my New Years resolution for you."

"And what would that be?" Castiel asks. He's not agreeing to it before reading the fine print.

"Try to be happier," Dean replies, much to Castiel's surprise. "You deserve it."

Castiel grins slightly in spite of himself, but there's a slight hint of sorrow in his smile. "I wish it was that simple."

"It's not supposed to be simple," Dean tells him. "But it'll be worth it. Trust me."

"Alright, I guess," Castiel agrees. "So, you try to be nice, I'll try to be happy."
"Deal," Dean agrees.

Castiel glances at the clock. "Well, that took three minutes. We still have, like, twelve more, though."

"Yeah. Um... New topic of conversation. Um... What are you most excited for in 2017?"

Castiel shrugs. "No clue. I have no idea what to expect from this year. How 'bout you?"

Dean puts on a grin and answer, "The Emoji Movie!"

"There's going to be an emoji movie?" Castiel repeats in disapproval.

"You haven't heard of The Emoji Movie?" Dean says in surprise. "But --" He turns to the eldest angels. "Lucifer!"

"Yeah?"

"The Emoji Movie."

Lucifer starts fangirling at the name, flailing his arms around with a huge smile. "Oh my god I can't wait for it! It's gonna be even better than the Bee Movie, I guarantee it. It can't come out soon enough! I can't wait months for it! I needs illegally download it from the Internet somehow because I have to watch it and if not I'm going to watch it for the first show in any theater I can get to!"

"You compares it to the Bee Movie," Castiel observes. "This thing is gonna suck."

"The Emoji Movie is going to be even better than the new Star Wars movie, okay? It's that awesome!"

"Oh, you did not just say that!" Charlie practically yells.

"You pissed off a fangirl," Kevin observes. "Never do that. Ever."

"Star Wars is the best movie!" Charlie tells Lucifer, then corrects herself, "Er, series of movies. Okay, Star Wars is the most beautiful thing you will ever hear because it is perfection and it has the best characters and the most well thought out plot and even though none of the movies are as good as the original three the entire series is perfection! The entire thing, even the prequels. And Rogue One. Rogue One is awesome too."

"We haven't even seen that yet," Lucifer tells her. "You can't bring that into the conversation."

"You haven't seen Rogue One?" Charlie yells as if Lucifer betrayed her by killing her entire family, and not just not watching a movie. "It's been out for weeks! I saw it when it first came out, and you have to watch it too, like, right now. Hell, I'll drag you guys with me and watch it tomorrow if you make me but you are watching that movie because it's perfect! No, we are having a Star Wars marathon tomorrow, and then we'll see Rogue One in theaters after the prequels and then we'll watch the original trilogy and then The Force Awakens and I have all that on DVD so you don't have an excuse." She goes into a long spiel about what's awesome about Star Wars, which everyone else sits through, laughing at her enthusiasm until it's over.

"Oh, dear god, what have I done?" Lucifer whispers.

"You should never, ever piss off a fangirl," Michael advises him.

"Noted."

"Two minutes!" Gabriel announces excitedly. "Someone turn the tv on! We have to watch the ball drop!"

"What's this ball and why are we celebrating it dropping?" Castiel asks.

"You don't know what the ball is?" Dean repeats in surprise.

"Should I?"

"Have you ever stayed up until midnight?" Dean asks him.

"When I was four, yeah," Castiel replies. "But not since then."

"Wow," Dean replies. "Just... Wow. Well, the ball is this thing on New York and when it drops it's the new year, basically."

"And that's entertaining?"

"Well, there's a huge concert before it," Dean tells him. "But yeah. The ball is cool. Don't diss the New Years ball."

"It sounds pretty boring," Castiel says. "I mean, does it do anything cool? Besides, like, drop?"

"It signals the new year," Dean replies. "You know, the exact moment when you should try to start your New Years resolution and whatever other New Years traditions you have."

"There are other New Years traditions?"

"Yeah, there's —" Dean cuts himself off with a glance at the tv. "Almost midnight!"

"Start the countdown!" Charlie practically yells.

As a group, they call out, "Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One!"

And before Castiel can process what's happening, Dean leans over and kisses him.