“I’ll eh… I’ll
go with Cas.” Dean had been quick to offer when Sam had suggested splitting up
to work through their long list of suspects.
tossed the Impala’s keys to his younger brother as if it was no big deal, and although
Castiel had looked extremely surprised, Dean hadn’t missed the way blue eyes
were instantly lighting up at that suggestion.
shrugged as he’d handed them a list with five addresses on it, and Dean had
chosen to ignore the knowing smirk that his brother had flashed him before they
went their separate ways.
Cas wasn’t likely to receive any awards for world’s best driver, and his old Continental
was nothing but a monstrosity on four wheels. The ancient radio was playing
awful country songs, and in any other situation, Dean would’ve commented on it
for sure. The weather was warm, and even with the windows rolled down, Dean felt
like he was about to literally melt.
when he glanced sideways at Cas, he knew that there was no place else he’d
rather be. Cas who looked a little tired, but at ease; he appeared to be on the
same page as Dean, simply happy to be here, even though here wasn’t exactly paradise.
And Dean couldn’t stop sneaking glances at him
every ten seconds or so, smiling to himself whenever he found that Cas’ crooked
smile still hadn’t vanished either. He kept that up until Cas caught him in the
act, meeting Dean’s gaze with a curious stare of his own, taking Dean’s breath
Being in love with your best friend was both
exciting and exhausting, that much Dean had learned.
“What’s on your mind, Dean?” Cas asked, his
tone calm and pleasant, letting Dean know that it was an invitation to talk,
but by no means a command.
Dean blurted out his answer without thinking, cursing his big mouth right
after, horrified at what he’d just confessed in some wave of temporary
Dean wished he could blame the heat.
Cas said nothing, his eyes on the road again, his
face not giving away much.
When the angel didn’t speak up period, Dean got
anxious, and attempted small talk in the hopes of making the moment less
“So uh… Something on your mind, Cas?”
At that, Cas’ lips slowly quirked up into a
gentle half-smile, much like the smile that had been there before.
“Yes…” Castiel replied quietly, out of the blue
reaching for Dean’s hand, all but giving Dean a heart attack when their fingers
intertwined effortlessly for the first time ever while terrible music played in the background. “You. Always you.”