It was pleasantly quiet in the bunker, Dean was trying to teach himself how to braid your hair, (accepting absolutely no guidance from you), with Sam and a newly human Cas were seated on the couch opposite you, talking about where he'd been since he'd fallen.

"Well, my time with April was very educational."

Cas says, nodding seriously. Dean smirks, snickering against your neck for a moment before pulling back to attempt another braid, tangling your hair into yet another knot.

"Yeah. I mean, I would think that getting killed is something."

Sam tells Cas, his eyebrow furrowed.

"And having sex."

Cas nods. Dean chokes, accidentally yanking your hair a bit harder than he'd meant to.

"You had sex with April?"

He splutters, green eyes blown wide with both amusement and shock.

"Yeah, that would be where the hedonism comes in."

Sam murmurs, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

"Shh."

Dean glares at his brother.

"So... Did you have protection?"

Dean asks, wiggling his eyebrows at Cas.

"I had my angel blade."

Cas responds seriously.

"Oh. Oh, he had the angel blade."

Dean looks at you with mock seriousness before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.