50 First Dates - Date 17
Title: Date 17
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG - 13
Word Count: 543
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: None
Spoilers: none
Warnings: None
Summary: Written for 50 first dates - Road Trip.
Date 17
He’s not sure how many miles they’ve gone today. He’s not sure he really even cares at this point. The road stretches out in front of them like a beacon and there’s nothing behind them but things they’ve done before.
This is freedom, maybe tinged with a little bit of something he might think about calling love once he works it all out.
Cas looks good with the sun on his face. He’s leaned back against the seat with his mouth slightly open and his eyes closed. Dean’s let him sleep a little this morning because Cas isn’t a morning person and they were up late as hell last night at that bar.
Dean’s not sure what he’s going to have to do to get Cas to understand that he’s not interested in sleeping his way through their last big friendship blow out before Cas goes off to college. Or rather maybe Dean is interested in sleeping his way through it but only with Cas.
These woman in these bars are like the towns they travel through, pretty to look at but Dean doesn’t want to live there.
Cas looks like a place he could settle down into though. Cas looks like home.
If Dean can even figure out how to tell him in a way that Cas understands.
Communicating with his best friend has never exactly been easy. Cas has clueless down to a science and Dean’s always sucked at that class.
“You’re staring at me,” Cas accuses without even opening his eyes.
“I’m driving,” Dean defends as he snaps his eyes back onto the road.
“You’re staring at me and pretending to drive,” Cas comments as he sits up and stretches his body as much as he can in the old car they are traveling in.
“I think you mean that the other way around,” Dean says with a little finger twirl and Cas shakes his head.
“No,” he assures Dean. “I said it correctly.”
“Whatever dude,” Dean shrugs as he keeps his eyes suddenly glued to the road. “You want to stop for something to eat?”
“Not yet,” Cas says slowly as though he’s actually thinking hard about it. “Unless you’re hungry and then I could eat.”
Dean rolls his eyes ‘I could eat’ is Cas speak for ‘I am starving right now but I don’t want you to stop unless you feel like it.’
“Dude,” Dean blurts. “Just say you’re hungry. Fuck! Why do you always say one thing and mean another?”
“I’m not the only one who does that Dean,” Cas sighs.
“Oh yeah,” Dean snorts. “Because I’m complicated enough to do something like that. You’re the brain here.”
“Untrue,” Cas argues. “Once you said to me ‘Let’s go on a road trip before you leave for college,’ and what you really meant was ‘I love you, don’t leave me.”
“You said yes,” Dean mumbles. “What does that mean?”
Cas touches his thigh gently. “It means ‘I love you too and come with me.”
So he does.