Angeles

Charlie was already waiting in line at the ticket booth with Dorothy when Cas arrived. Both girls were laughing at something Charlie said.

"Ooh, Cas!" Charlie squeaks when she sees him. She waves him over.

"Hey, Charlie," Cas greets, approaching them.

Charlie throws her arms around him. He reciprocates the hug.

"Cas, this is Dorothy," Charlie introduces when she pulls away. "Dorothy, this is Cas."

Cas holds his hand out for a handshake. Dorothy shakes it.

"It's nice to finally meet you," Dorothy says. "This one just doesn't shut up about you."

Cas chuckles. "Well, if it's any consolation, I've heard plenty about you as well."

"Not all bad, I hope," Dorothy teases.

"Just a little," Charlie ribs back.

Dorothy nudges Charlie with her shoulder, smirking. Charlie giggles.

"So, Cas, where's Mr. Dreamy?" Charlie asks.

Cas looks around, seeing if he spots Dean. "Um, not sure. He said he'd be here. Maybe he changed his mind." His face falls.

Charlie rolls her eyes. "I seriously doubt that."

Cas shrugs innocently. Behind him, Charlie can see a tall, handsome man looking around. "Is that him?" she suggests, pointing.

Cas turns his head and his face brightens when he sees Dean.

"Yeah, that's him."

Dean spots him and smiles, walking up to them.

"Hey, Cas," he greets.

"Hello, Dean." Cas turns to Charlie. "Um, this is Dean. Dean, this is Charlie, and her girlfriend, Dorothy."

Dean holds his hand out, but Charlie ignores it, pulling him in for a hug.

"Sorry, she's a hugger," Dorothy apologizes, nothing but fondness in her voice. Charlie pulls away, shooting Dorothy a playfully evil look.

"That's alright." Dean shrugs. "I don't mind."

The girl at the box office called for the next people in line, which happened to be them.

"Four for Deadpool, please," Charlie announces.

"Okay, that'll be $25," the girl informs them.

Before anyone else can pull out money, Dean is handing the girl the money.

"My treat," he says when they all give him a questioning look.

"Dean, you don't have to do that," Cas argues.

"Yes he does," Charlie teases.

"It's no problem, really," Dean assures.

"Okay, but I'm buying concessions," Cas states.

Dean rolls his eyes, smiling. The girl hands him the tickets. He distributes them as they walk towards the snack counter, getting stopped by the ticket collector on the way.

"I was gonna get a large, but that is huge!" Charlie exclaims.

"That is quite big," Cas agrees.

"That's big enough for the four of us to share," Dorothy adds.

"Then we'll just get two smalls," Dean suggests.

"I can help you over here," the kid at the snack counter called over to them. His name tag read "Alfie". "What can I get for you?"

"Two small popcorns and four small drinks, please," Dean says.

"Butter on the popcorn?"

Dean looks over to the group, all of them nodding.

"Yes, please."

"Okay, that'll be $38.50."

Dean holds up a card before swiping it in the machine. He types in his pin and puts the card back in his wallet.

Charlie hands him a $20 bill.

"Keep it," Dean argues.

"You're not paying for all of it, dude."

"Yes I am."

Charlie narrows her eyes. "Just take the money."

"Nope."

Alfie hands Dean the popcorn. Cas takes the cups and hands one to each of them. Dean gives one of the popcorn bags to Charlie.

When Dean goes up to the soda machine, Charlie says to Cas, "Give this to him. I don't care if you have to reverse pickpocket him while you're making out, just give it to him." She hands him the money.

"Okay," Cas agrees, taking the bill and stuffing it in his pocket for the time being.

After everyone has selected their drinks, they make their way into the theater, which is already pretty full. Dean leads them to the front row of the back section, right behind the railing.

"I like resting my feet on the rail," he explains.

"Oh, yeah, me too," Dorothy chips in. "And even though she'll never admit it, so does this one."

Charlie scrunches her nose at her girlfriend, who laughs.

The bag of popcorn that Dean and Cas share is almost halfway empty before the movie even stops.

"Do you see this?" Cas says, holding up the bag. "We have no self control."

"Everyone does it," Dean says has he grabs another handful. He realizes that the armrest between them is more of a bother than anything else, and he raises it. "Much better." He places the popcorn back in the space between.

For the first half of the movie, Dean's hand fidgets. A lot. He's just itching to hold Cas's hand. Finally, he leans over and whispers, "Can I hold your hand?"

"Yes, please!" Cas whispers back, grabbing Dean's hand.

Dean beams, unable to control his glee.

It's not long after that that Cas brings Dean's arm around himself, resting his head on Dean's chest. Trying to be sneaky about it, Dean kisses the top of his head, smiling as he does. They stay snuggled like that for the entire movie, and even during the credits afterwards, not wanting to let go.

"We are nauseating," Cas teases as the lights in the theater turn on.

"I'd second that," Charlie says, turning to them, Dorothy wrapped up in her arms in almost the same way, "but we're far worse."

Dorothy giggles and Dean chuckles.

"We're adorable," Dean corrects, beaming.

Dean and Cas continue holding hands as they exit the theater. The girls say their goodbye and take off. Dean starts walking Cas towards the parking lot.

"So where's your car?" Dean asks him.

"Didn't bring it," Cas tells him. "I walked."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want me to drive you home?"

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

"And if I want to?" Dean questions.

Cas blushes, smiling. "That'd be okay."

Dean leads Cas to the Impala. He turns on the engine and the radio starts playing. The song ends, and a new one begins. A really sappy love song and Dean can't help but turn it up.

"Really?" Cas says.

"Yes." Dean smiles unapologetically. "I'm just feeling it."

Cas rolls his eyes fondly.