"No way." Charlie declared, shaking her head. "Cas is definitely a bottom."
"I'm telling you," Sam objected. "It's Dean. He's SUCH a bottom."
"But Cas is the innocent and sweet one! He's totally the bottom!"
"Maybe, but I know my brother, and there is no way he's a top."
"Cas is completely the little spoon, though."
"No duh. That's a fact-" Sam stopped himself. "Why the hell am I even discussing this with you? This is gross!"
"Oh come on, Sam, you know Dean would have this discussion with me in a heartbeat if it was about you."
"He would not!" Dean, of course, chose that moment to walk into the room.
"Hey Dean," Charlie began.
"Yeah?" He questioned, grabbing a beer from the fridge.
"Out of Sam and Gabriel, who tops?"
"Gabriel." Sam threw up his hands.
"THAT IS COMPLETELY UNTRUE!" He shouted. Dean sipped his beer.
"Whatever makes you feel better, Sammy."
"Okay, next question!" Charlie announced. "Dean. You and Cas. Who's the bottom?" Dean paused.
"I'll never tell." He proclaimed, walking away.
"THAT'S WHAT A BOTTOM WOULD SAY!" Sam called after him.
"SHUT UP SAMMY." Sam rolled his eyes and turned back to Charlie.
"Yep." She declared. "The angels are the little spoons, but the Winchesters are bottoms."
"I am not a bottom!" There was a snort of disbelief as Cas entered the room.
"Says you." He commented. "Gabriel begs to differ."
"How would you know?" Sam demanded.
"You're not the one he spends hours talking to about how much he likes riding his moose." Charlie choked on her drink and Sam's eyes widened.
Cas shrugged at their reaction and headed out, looking for Dean.
"Cas wait!" Charlie yelled. The angel paused. "You or Dean- who tops?" Cas smirked.
"Me, of course."