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The issue with living in an underground bunker built in the 1940s by a secret organization that was created to hunt monsters, and also being a suspected mass murderer who was thought dead by the general populace, is that it makes it kind of difficult to make friends with people who are not in a similar situation.
Unfortunately, such were the lives of the Winchesters.
Dean, while not particularly enthused by the situation, had come to accept his lot in life and made do with what he had. Sam, on the other hand, had never let go of his desire to have at least some aspect of his life be considered “normal”.
While Castiel was perhaps not the best at the more social aspects of human life, he did recognize and understand Sam's dilemma. And, seeing as Sam was his best friend, Castiel was completely willing to accompany him on trips to Lebanon to partake in “normal” human activities. So, Sunday was established as the day that, excluding during hunts and apocalypses, Sam and Cas would drive to Lebanon and spend the day there, pretending to be functioning members of society.
Dean called them dates.
Neither Sam nor Cas were amused.
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It was on one of the so-called “dates” the Sam and Cas met a rather nice young couple.
The Hunter and Angel had gone to see a movie called Deadpool. Cas had not particularly enjoyed it, finding it to be crude at its best scenes, and disturbing at its worst. However, Sam had seemed to love every moment of it. Cas did greatly enjoy hearing Sam talk about the films nuances and how it compared to the comics it was based on over lunch at the local diner.
The couple sitting next to them, who introduced themselves as Kelsey and Brad, had apparently been in the same theater as them, and joined in on the discussion. By the end of the meal, Sam and Cas had made two new friends, Sam had nearly double the number of contacts in his phone, and Cas had gained a great deal of information on the Deadpool mythos, as well a burning desire to know how on earth Kelsey could possibly keep track of all the characters she'd spoken of.
It didn't occur to Sam and Cas that it had been Valentine's day.
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Almost a year later, Kelsey and Brad invited the Hunter and Angel to their “Nondenominational Winter Holiday” party. Having grown to be rather good friends with the couple, Sam and Castiel accepted. The night of the party, Sam put on one of his nicer flannels, Castiel decided to forgo his tie, and they picked up a relatively nice wine from the grocery store.
Dean rather snidely asked if he should take photos of them together before they left. Sam flipped him off. Castiel tucked it away in the back of his mind to ask Sam what significance Dean offering to take photos had that would invoke that reaction. He was still learning.
~o0o~
When they arrived, Kelsey invited them in and thanked them very graciously for the wine. Brad showed them to the hall closet. As Sam and Cas were hanging up their coats, Brad smiled, leaned in and whispered almost conspiratorially, “Listen, I know this is Kansas, and the we don't really have the best record with social injustice, but don't be nervous. When Kelsey and I decided to invite you, we made sure not to invite anyone who might have a problem with you guys. Everybody here is fairly liberal, so you don't need to hide or anything.”
Sam and Cas slowly nodded, not quite sure what was going on, though Sam had an inkling.
Kelsey walked by, smiling broadly. “Did you let them know,” she asked Brad, kissing him on the cheek when he nodded. She turned to Sam and Cas and gestured for them to follow her.
Brad and Kelsey lead them into their living room, which was packed with almost twenty people.
“Hey everybody, quiet down for a sec,” Brad called, and then seemingly handed the floor to Kelsey.
“I know we've talked about them a lot,” She said, beaming at their guests, “and they finally agreed to come over for a party! Everybody, this is Sam,” she gestured to the Hunter, “and this is his boyfriend, Cas!”
The room erupted in various greetings, some people coming over to shake Sam and Cas' hands. The Hunter and the Angel shared an exasperated look with one another.
It was going to be one of those nights.