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*Dean working on the impala, Cas sitting closely and watching*

Cas: How did you learn to fix engines?

Dean: Oh, my dad taught be the basics but it was Bobby who really showed me the ropes. It’s easy once you get the hang of it. Hey, you wanna try?

Cas: Try what?

Dean: Well she’s due some fresh tyres. I could show you how to change ‘em?

Cas: *blushing madly* You- you want to teach me a skill of your lineage?

Dean: …weird fucking way of putting it, but yeah pretty much.

Cas: :0

*Dean and Cas outside a bar at 2am leaning on the impala, Dean a little tipsy*

Dean: hey look! You can see the stars out here!

Cas: Oh, yes, they’re one of my favourite angelic creations.

Dean: You know when you properly ‘died’ for the first time I saw the North Star that night and named it Cas then when I missed you I could go out and pray to the star as if you were listening.

Cas: Dean, are you saying you- Dean did you worship me as a false idol?!

Dean: Huh, yeah technically I guess I did.

Cas: : O

*Sam Dean and almost human Cas having a movie night, Dean making them watch Dogma to critique the angel lore*

Sam: Okay, I’m turning in.

Cas: The film isn’t over for another twenty seven minutes Sam.

Sam: Don’t care, too tired.

Dean: Cas it’s okay, let him leave. Although you look tired too buddy, you wanna call it?

Cas: I’m fine. I want to see the end of the story, if I am asleep at the end you may wake me and tell me to move.

Dean: Or maybe I’ll just be the one watching over you for once.

Cas: Why would you do that? I am not your charge Dean, it is not your responsibility to-

Dean: Dude I wasn’t saying that out of responsibility, I’m happy to make sure you’re safe just whenever.

Cas: *teary eyed* You… are offering me safe rest, freely and without expectation??

Dean: *so confused* Yup, again gotta work on your phrasing but still. Yes.

Cas: I love you too.

Dean: *stunned but secretly overjoyed* Not the way I thought that would happen but alright then. I love you Cas.

I got a comment on a fic that is less than a year old and it was mostly an apology for being a comment on an "old fic" and how late they were in commenting.

She rarely hugs Susan and of course Neil isn't big on hugs as well. It's fine. Billy doesn't need shit like this. Most of the time someone touches him, it's a fist to his stomach or a palm against his cheek. So he better doesn't get touched at all.

When he goes to bed that night, he slips under the covers, facing the door as usual and pulls his knees to his chest. Slips his arms around them. He closes his eyes only to see Max hugging the annoying kid with the curly hair in the dark of his mind.

He isn't able to fall asleep the whole night. He can't let go of his knees. His dad is right to call him a pathetic loser. Why does he get upset about a stupid thing like that?

When he goes to school that day, bleary eyed and tired to his bones, he doesn't listen to anything the teachers says. Everywhere he looks people touch each other. Hugs, slapping their shoulders, ridiculous fist bumps. Anger mixes with jealousy, turning his blood into acid.

During lunch he slips out under the bleachers as usual. He never brings anything from home and he isn't hungry anyway. He's so wrapped up in his head, trying to get away from anything, he doesn't see Harrington until he bumps right into him.

"Sorry Steve," he mumbles, trying to get away as fast as possible.

"Wait! Did you just call me Steve?" Steve frowns at him, looking worried of all things. The day is getting worse by the second.

"Steve, Harrington, whatever." Billy really doesn't feel like talking.

"Everything alright?" Steve steps a bit closer, eyes wide and concerned.

Nothing is alright. Everything sucks. He's hugging himself at night and he hates being here.

He doesn't say anything, can't find the right words and doesn't want to give Steve an opportunity to laugh at him. He stares at his feet, jaw clenched.

Suddenly warm arms are wrapped around him, pulling him closer to Steve. Billy's face gets pressed against Steve's shoulder.

Everything is warm and smells like Steve and oh- his face is wet from tears and he doesn't really remember starting to cry at all. He wants to pull away, cheeks burning in humiliation, but instead Steve tightens the embrace.

Sure, the main couple are a slow-burn friends-to-lovers that last for three seasons. And…yeah, maybe the guy did fall first. And, okay…so the girl was dating somebody else before them. And…alright, after her relationship is rocky, the guy gets into his own relationship. And…I mean…yeah, there’s a few episodes where things are really awkward cuz one of them confesses. And, sure…there’s the eccentric weirdo that everybody loves. And the absolute diva who carries the show.

Your father is in Heaven. Yeah, well, yay for him.