I believe this was answered here!

answered here!

Yeah, his ribs were definitely bruised.

These two are actual menaces to society and need to be immediately detained. Fools. Buffoons.

blue hues have yet to stray from the blinking lights placed neatly on the edge of the house’s roof. he’s aware dean’s saying something to him, but he isn’t bothering to register the words. instead, his head tilts slightly, attention burying deeper into the light show in front of him. he’s not sure why this particular house has caught his attention. maybe it’s the simplicity amongst the overly decorated houses that draws his attention. maybe it’s the soft flicker of the near yellow lights that remind him of dean. of his soul -- the way it will sometimes flicker when he’s truly happy. maybe it’s the way the lights hang like snow against the house. whatever the reason, castiel doesn’t have time to decide before he feels a tug against the sleeve of his coat. brows furrow as he turns his head, only to find the spot previously taken by dean empty. confusion tugs against his features as his eyes glance down to find his friend sitting against the ice. “dean ?” head tilts slightly as he watches the other shift against the ground -- attempting to gain his footing to stand, by the looks of it. only for his shoes to slip slightly against the frozen ground. castiel’s eyes roll involuntarily as he offers a hand out. “do you need help ?”

the knock on her door is light. chelsea’s not even sure if zelda hears it at first, but she hears her voice through the door and knows she has. “it’s me.” she voices loud enough to be heard through the door, but quiet enough not to bother sam, who has his door cracked just an inch a few paces down. she twists the handle after she hears ‘ come in ’ faintly on the other side. the small gift wrapped box is pulled from her back pocket as the door clicks closed behind her. “hey ! i already gave the boys their presents, but i never got to give you yours.” a smile is pulled against her features as she sits against the other’s bed. she hands the box towards her, as she moves to pull her knee on top of the mattress. fingers touch softly against the necklace resting on her skin, knowing in just a short time her friend will have a matching one to wear whenever she’d like.

he has no idea how he got tangled -- no pun intended -- into this task. he’d been on his best behavior all night, keeping his older brother comments tucked into the corner of his cheek. he hadn’t rolled his eyes at her, or any of her affectionate moments with brock. yet, chelsea still shoved the ball of string lights into his hands and walked away. “this party blows.” the words are mumbled, mostly for himself. but, of course, eden is sitting next to him, unwrapping the fragile ornaments from their safe packing. his eyes spot the slight arch in her brow before his mouth is moving again. “look, i’m not being a grinch, just -- i mean, come on, untangling lights isn’t exactly a favorite pastime of mine.” shoulder slump further into brock ( and chelsea’s now, too. considering the move. ) couch. “don’t tell her [ . . . ] or, do. i don’t care. it’s not like there’s a worse task she could give me.”

black heeled boots sit next to her knee, as her fingers twine around one pair of her now removed laces. green eyes watch her own hands work, as she weaves the lace between different fingers, before she’s twisting and pulling her palms apart. “okay, put your finger there -- in the middle, the big part.” she holds her palms up in front of his face, a bright smile on her lips. they’ve been trapped in the, frankly, boring, beige room for at least two hours. ( she’d given up on pretending she wasn’t staring at him by minute forty-two. ) now, she’s resorted to kindergarten level entertainment. of course, he used to be a murderous tin-can, so she assumes, at least, he’ll see it as a first time experience. besides, who wouldn’t want to trap the finger of a once genocide level war leader, now turned enticing forty-something year old man.