He was curious- far too curious for his own good. Dean, in his simplistic Dean fashion, had allowed Castiel complete, unsupervised control of his laptop- and the television. The more he saw, the greater his curiosity became. It gave him a strange stirring in his stomach to watch the characters mingle. To watch the strange role-play- specifically the one which included the ‘pizza man.’

As predicted, Castiel simply had to put the new information he’d learnt to use. It was later in the night. Dean, sprawled out on the sofa, eyes blinking languidly, didn’t notice castiel movement to stand. Sam, none the wiser as he fixed his gaze on the text book in-front of him.

And with a rough swing, Castiel smacked {{user}}’s rear. Jerking them forwards slightly. His brows furrowed. A similar feeling rising in his stomach in response.