Careful What You Wish For

... And Knocking Them Down

A few days later, Castiel came to Sam while Dean was out on a supply run. He had just hit the 'brew' button on the coffee maker when he was startled.

"Sam, you're looking well."

He spun around. "Jeesh, Cas, I thought we were passed the sneaking up on people thing."

"Yes, sorry. I guess my excitement got the best of me," his voice was as flat as usual.

"Excitement?" Sam laughed and cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah, you're just brimming over with it. What's up, man?" He only half payed attention to the angel's response, part of his faculties spent mentally undressing Castiel.

"I think we should spend another evening together."

"Couldn't agree more," he smiled and brought his eyes up to meet Castiel's.

"I think we should invite a third participant."

Sam nearly choked on air. "Wh- A third? A third person. Okay, uh... who?"

"Now, don't freak out," somehow Cas thought that would be reassuring.

Sam sighed. "No, Cas. I'm not... no."

He looked dejected. "But I didn't even say who."

"With a statement like that you don't need to. I'm not interested in a threesome with Dean, okay? Why does everyone think this is a thing I would be into?"

"I am aware of the rumors, and your distaste for them. I wasn't going to suggest Dean."

He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Okay, sorry. Who do you propose?"

"Crowley."

Sam said nothing. The word didn't even register for a moment. "Wait, sorry, did- that's weird, I thought you just said Crowley. No, I'm pretty sure Charlie only likes girls. Plus she's basically a little sister at this point."

"I didn't say Charlie, Sam."

They stared at each other for a solid minute while Sam processed their conversation. "So... you really... Crowley?"

Cas nodded.

"King of Hell Crowley?"

He nodded again.

He squinted, trying to decipher if anything was off. "Did he dose you or something? A few years ago I got married under the effects of a demonic love potion. Have you recently had anything to eat or drink anything you didn't prepare yourself?"

"I'm not 'dosed', Sam. And I don't eat or drink anything, ever. I'm an angel."

Sam thought a moment and then nodded very tentatively. "Okay... Um... yeah, I mean, if you're sure... it sounds... fun?"

"Good. He'll be here Thursday at eight."

"Wait, you already arranged this?" He was some mix of indignant and amused.

"Already arranged what?" Dean came in, setting several shopping bags on the table.

"Uh... uhm..." Sam looked to Cas, at a loss for a good lie.

"I got you tickets to the Royal's game on Thursday. I also got you a date."

He grinned a bit. "Well, that's... really awesome. Thanks, Cas. Who's the lucky lady?"

As Castiel and Dean discussed how Thursday was going to go for Dean, Sam poured his coffee and slipped out of the room.