A cute, but pretty short fic (short, compared to my previous uploads^^).

I hope you like it^^

And sorry for the late update.
I am not much motivated to update my stories on here right now, because real life is not only busy, but it kinda sucks too at the moment.
Just this: I am under a lot of mental pressure, that's all I say here. I am not feeling that good and thus I am not often online.
And my online life has become so boring that I don't check on my accounts too often anymore.
Well, only one writer account is left anyways (this one here). The others are dead or deleted because nobody showed interest in my stuff on there anymore.
Recently I shut my DeviantART account down too and this still hurts, for this was my main account when it comes to stories (my photo account on DA is still up though). Now it is dead and my motivation to keep going went down to zero. I also tried to get back into writing but I couldn't even finish the story I started one month ago and I stopped trying it because it was not fun at all. Writing feels totally useless to me now.
So please don't expect much from me these days...

And to answer some comments from the previous chapter:

paradise dazzleshine
Again, thank you so much for your kind comment :3.
I am also very happy to read that you and also your sister like my stories.
Greetings to both of you from Germany~ :D
Also thank you for liking my Guardians of the Galaxy fics. These stories, especially the longfic,
doesn't have that much readers. Only a few, so much appreciated :)
Same goes for my Venom stories by that way. Not many people show interest in these stories of mine
and this is anything but motivating :/.
My friend's grandma made us masks and I recently bought a lot of them online too.
But we don't care for this coronavirus anymore, for there are far worse things in this world.
We got to feel this recently. Just this: Cancer sucks and heart failures sucks too. That's all I say...
I am under a lot of mental pressure at the moment...

Luci-lover
Awww, thank you so much for your kind words and that you like my angel-family stories so much :3.
Yeah, when even Lucifer thinks he overdid it, it must be bad and I am sure none of us wanted to switch places with Gabriel in here.
I didn't want to upload this story at first, because of that, but then...I read far worse, sooooo... ;)

Guest 1
Haha what do we expect from the future devil ;P

Guest 2
Maybe this will teach Gabe a lesson not to mess around with his big brother, who knows?
But in the end, we all know Gabriel and we all know that he will never stop messing around with Lucifer ;)

One of us

Whenever Castiel was around Sam and Dean he felt good.

More than good, because these two humans always made him smile and they always managed to give him the feeling of being part of a family again.

He had almost forgotten how it felt to be part of a family…

It had been an evening like any other.

The angel was walking around on a small meadow on the other side of the world and he had no idea what to do. He didn't want to go back to heaven at all. No. Heaven had change. Had changed to the worse and even his brothers and sisters had changed.

For Cas it didn't feel like he would come home when he was in heaven.

No.

The feeling of coming home to a lovingly family was long gone…

When a prayer had reached him, he had smiled, because said prayer had come from Dean.

The older Winchester was known for sending him weird prayers at some time, but the weirder the prayer, the more the angel smiled.

In Dean and his brother he had found good friends.

Friends, he didn't want to miss anymore.

Good friends, almost like two younger brothers for him.

They had been there for him, when he needed them, had been there for him more, than his own brothers and sisters.

"C'mon Cas. Move your feathery ass down here. We need to talk to you."

The rolling of his blue eyes the angel couldn't hold back, but a soft smile still graced his features.

That was so typical Dean…

Without wasting another thought on heaven, the angel closed his eyes, concentrated and then he was gone.

Only a few seconds later he re-appeared in Bobby's living room.

He didn't even get the chance to say something, before he was thrown onto the sofa.

This had caught him totally off guard and he was so surprised that he couldn't fight back when the fingers started kneading into his sides and stomach, making the muscles of his human vessel jump and him laugh loudly almost immediately.

He could hear amused laughter, coming clearly from Sam and Dean, as he squirmed around under their fingers like a worm on a hook. He tried to get a hold on those mean hands, squeezed his eyes shut and laughed and shrieked, kicking his legs out, trying to squirm away, anything to make it stop, but he couldn't. At least not without the help of his heavenly forces, but according to Dean, that would be cheating and he didn't want to hurt his human friends at all.

And if he was honest: He didn't want to get away in the first place, because this was fun…

It had been way too long since he had this much fun.

He loved fooling around with the Winchester brothers, loved their playfulness and all those silly games they loved to play with him, including tickle attacks like this one.

He didn't even know himself in how ticklish he was.

Sure, his brothers and sisters had tickled him when he had been a young fledgling, but those times were long gone and he had almost forgotten how it felt to get tickled. But Sam and Dean were always gentle to him, always made sure he had as much fun as they had, never exaggerated it or making him feel uncomfortable.

And that's why he let them do it.

Just like now…

He just lay there and let them tickle him and whenever Cas opened his eyes, he looked right into their grinning and laughing faces. He could see the mirth sparkling in their eyes, could feel how their souls shimmered in joy and his heart almost stopped beating at this sight.

That was until one of them hit a serious sweet spot on his thighs and the angel threw his head back and roared with laughter and this time he tried to get away from them for real.

"Look at him, Sammy. Bet he is heaven's most ticklish angel. Right, Cassie? You are just too ticklish for your own good, tickle, tickle~."

Great, the teasing made everything so much worse and at the same time it made it so much funnier.

But he slowly reached a point where he couldn't take it anymore.

As if Sam and Dean would read his mind, they stopped and pulled their fingers away, still grinning down at him, when he let his head fall back onto the arm rest of the sofa and whipping mirthful tears out of his eyes, still giggling a bit here and there.

"What was that for?" he asked, giggling, as he sat up slowly.

Dean shrugged his shoulder, still a silly grin of his own on his lips.

"Just making sure your face won't freeze into a scowl," he said.

"You should get used to this, Cas. You are one of us now."

The angel tilted his head questioningly, as he looked at Sam.

"Sam is right, Cas. You are now a part of our family and as a Winchester you need to get used to some tickling here and there, because we won't allow you to be sad, or angry or whatever negative feelings will come to you."

The words were meant to be playful, but they pulled a complete different reaction from the angel, because his eyes widened and…

"Are those tears in your eyes?" Dean asked and he narrowed his own eyes to slits, when he saw the wet shimmer in the blue eyes of his friend.

"No…"

"Dude, you are an angel and you are lying?" it came from Sam and Cas could almost hear the grin in his voice.

"M'not lying…" said angel mumbled and a small blush covered his cheeks.

"We said no negative feelings, Cas and tears are negative!"

Dean came closer to his friend, who was already grinning with anticipation when the hunter wiggled his fingers at him.

"And you know what that means!"

"N-no Dean, please. Not agahain!"

Even Sam was moving closer to him by now, grinning down at him.

"You are crying, Cas. That's a no-go, you know? No sad angels in this house allowed!"

"I am not sad. Those are happy tears."

The brothers stopped in their movements for a moment, looked at each other with matching grins, before looking back at heaven's warrior.

"Happy tears, huh? Fine…we give you happy tears…"

And the fingers came down again and it didn't take long, before the angel was reduced to a shrieking, laughing mess.

And they didn't stop their playful attack, until tears of pure mirth were rolling down his flushed cheeks.

And for the first time for thousands of years Castiel felt like being part of a family again…