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We didn't leave the Bunker for three days. We were so happy together, it was as if the weight and pressures and stress and everything that was outside the Bunker simply… Didn't exist.

Not that I didn't try to help Cas in his angel quest, I did. I made at least one solid, determined effort.

We were sitting on the couch, day one, just talking and laughing about anything and everything under the sun, something we continued to do for the other two days, and I started to get up.

"Where are you going?" Castiel asked at my movement.

"We still have work to do." I reminded him, turning to look over at the angel. "I'm just going to get some books, see what I can pull from the lore or something to try and help you."

I felt his arms snake around my stomach maybe a second later. "Cas!" The word came out almost like a squeak as he pulled me backwards, back on the couch and pressed up against him.

"I do believe," he began, pulling me somehow even closer to him. I took a sharp intake of breath, not certain as to what else I should be thinking of besides looking in to Castiel's eyes.

Had I been trying to get up?

For the life of me, I couldn't remember what my reasoning had been.

"That it can wait for at least another hour." He finished, punctuating his sentence with a kiss that made sure I wouldn't feel any reason to get up for at least another hour, if not longer.

More than likely longer.

It definitely ended up being more than an hour, and the next time I tried to get up, it was to make food.

And after those three days, the things that urged Cas and I to leave the Bunker had three words attached to them.

Three words that saw nothing wrong with walking in and giving a surprised, confused, and laughing exclamation, while Castiel and I were in the middle of what I will proudly and unashamedly call a very, very, VERY heavenly make-out session.

Sam and Dean.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Dean's response was first, a small laugh added to it. I jumped off and away from Castiel quickly, and both of us separated to opposite ends of the couch just in time to see Sam covering his eyes with one arm, the other out in a stop motion.

"Am I clear?" He asked, mouth tilted towards Dean. The elder hunter was too busy laughing his ass off, and when I glanced over at Cas I couldn't be too surprised. He looked like an embarrassed child caught stealing from what could be considered a very naughty cookie jar. Red face, looking down, hands in front of him, slightly constipated face… The whole nine.

Screw it.

I waited until Dean told Sam he was clear before I moved. Back over to Castiel, quickly, to give him a very lengthy (and hopefully quite impressionable) kiss, and waited until I heard Sam's disgusted and pissed response alongside Dean's mixture of "eww" and laughing before I pulled away.

Castiel just stared at me like a deer stuck in the headlights. "Wha….. What…." He wasn't certain what to say. I just smiled at him, giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

"QUIT DOING THAT!" Sam begged.

"Come on, guys," Dean agreed. "You're scaring and mentally scarring the poor teenage boy." I looked to see him turn to Sam. "How old are you? Five? Six?"

"Shut up." Sam muttered. I turned back to Cas.

"Come on," I stood up, pulling him with me. "I think it's time they knew."

"Did they have to interrupt?" I heard the angel mutter, but he followed and stood beside me, the both of us holding hands.

"Sam, Dean," I started, leveling my voice. "Cas and I are dating."

"Yeah, obviously." Dean said sarcastically.

"So how long did it take?" Sam asked, his tone changing from being severely grossed out in to a slightly less grossed out version of curiosity.

"Since when?"

"Since you came back and showed up at the Bunker." Sam clarified, shooting a look at Dean.

I recognized that look.

That was the "I won" look.

"Four months." I answered, watching the brothers closely. Dean looked almost… Annoyed for a second, whereas Sam looked elated.

"Who, who," Dean stuck out a finger towards the two of us, motioning back and forth. "Who said it first?"

I pointed at Castiel, and he raised his hand slowly. "I may have… Said it louder than necessary." He explained. "But I am still glad I said it." I smiled up at him, looping his arm around me in a way that it fell over my shoulders, but we were still holding hands.

"I think I'm going to barf." Sam muttered.

"Wait, wait, wait," Dean held up his hands, thinking. "So, you said it first," he pointed at Cas.

"Correct." He said with a nod.

"And it happened after four months?" Dean asked me. I nodded, and he threw up his hands. "So who wins the bet?" He asked Sam.

"What bet?" Cas asked, his voice holding a hint of a growl to it.

Ah, there it was. That deer in the headlights look on Sam and Dean that just screamed the word "busted."

"They made a bet as to who would cave first," I explained to Cas. "And how long."

"You knew about it?" All three asked me. I shrugged.

"Kevin told me who bet on who, but he didn't tell me any times." I answered. "Sam bet on me for I'm betting four months, and Dean bet on you for…." I thought for a moment. "I want to say seven months?"

"It was eight." He corrected before realizing it wasn't helping them.

"My bad, eight months." I amended, turning back to Cas. "And they bet twenty bucks on it."

"Alright, so who wins?" Sam asked me, gaining my attention momentarily. I thought about it, and turned to see Castiel staring at me with a smile.

"We do." He answered. I smiled back, getting on my toes to give him another small kiss on the cheek.

"Ew, seriously come ON guys." Dean complained.

"Hey," Castiel's voice was gruff, sharp, and demanding. The shift surprised us all, earning him startled looks. He glanced over at me before facing the Winchesters. "She's my girlfriend." He stated. "And I love her. If she wants to bestow a kiss on my cheek, or if I wish to 'make out'" he even did the air quotes around the words, oh my god. "With her, in the Bunker or outside of it, I really do not believe either of you have room to complain as to the matter."

"Says who?" Sam asked, laughing while he crossed his arms. I scrunched my face for a second, thinking.

"Dead girlfriends," I pointed at Sam first. "And…. Long string of one night stands." I pointed at Dean next. Sam and Dean's faces blanched, remembering that.

"Cas has a dead one-night stand." Dean pointed out.

"She tried to kill him." I said, shrugging slightly. "I don't think it counts." Castiel looked visibly relieved at my response. I squeezed his hand lightly, and he squeezed back. "So, we cool?" I asked Sam and Dean. "Blessings and whatnot all good?"

"Yeah, yeah." They both said, tripping over their words. I don't think they really knew how to deal with this situation.

By God it was the best form of payback for their interruption.