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Somebody's Saviour
iamwinchester
He hasn't mentioned that he stopped off to put an angry spirit out of its misery on the way back from his two-day mini-roadtrip. He doesn't mention it because he doesn't want Cas to ask him why they didn't go together. Dean knows the answer will upset the other man, so instead he's bringing back supplies for what's going to be more freedom for Cas and some time they can use to look over the books he's picked up. He hasn't told Cas just how many libraries he's scoured since the wings appeared, but that's not important anyway. What's important is that he needs the answer.

When he steps foot through the door it's as he's slipping his cell back into his pocket. As much as he's not going to say it where anyone else can see or hear it, he's missed Cas too. But that much is obvious in the smile he's wearing as he sets his sights on the other man.

"Did I ever play you that song by Aerosmith?" He knows Cas didn't understand his reference from before, but he can probably change that by digging out the cassette he buried somewhere at the back of his collection.


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"Leave it all up to me." He grins at the prospect of knowing he's catering for however long they end up secluded from the rest of the world. The fact that neither of them are going to eat properly as a result just comes naturally.

Throwing the car into drive he tries not to force the tires into a squeal as they head out of the parking lot and onto the road. The fact that Cas is trying to get closer to him prompts him into shifting as far over as he can towards the guy.



ooc: Ouch. Play nice. >|

It takes him a few more minutes of shifting around until he finally finds a position he thinks he'll be able to stand for a while. It leaves him with one arm hanging over the back of the seats, and the other able to rest around Dean's waist. The rest of him is left having to stay locked in a straight line, and that's the part that's bugging him the most.

"I think I should have brought the pillows with us." Because he's fairly certain that once they stop again, he'll be rethinking his entire plan.


ooc; Me? Never.

Thinking over the pillow idea, Dean isn't sure where they're going to heading past that's going to have pillows they can take. The only consolation is that it isn't as far as Cas thinks it is.

"You think you can make it to the cabin? I'll go as fast as I can." He's talking about making it there riding up front. He doesn't mind if Cas wants to slide into the back, but he knows it's not what the other man wants.


ooc: Always a joy to talk to.

"Maybe. But I don't want you to rush." He tightens his hold around Dean for a moment, grateful that his face is hidden as a grimace appears on it. He doubts he'll make it the next ten minutes, yet alone however long it'll take to get there. He just isn't willing to give up and go in the back.

"When we reach the store, I'll find a better position to sit in." It's something he's slowly starting to realize would be far easier if his wings didn't need to be hidden. They could just hang over the back of the seat otherwise. It's that idea that sounds most useful right about now. "It'll be dark for a while yet. If I untied my wings, I'd be able to sit normally and let them stay in the back." Though it'd mean having to sit on a few things too.


ooc; My point exactly.

It's clear he's unsure about the idea the second Cas puts it out there. He doesn't want the guy to be in pain, but he also doesn't want to have the additional problem of anybody seeing.

"When we leave the store." It's all he says in his agreement with the whole plan. He's still planning on sticking to the highway for now, but if they can still cover the wings up on the backseat it won't be so bad. That and he's not ready to lose the company at his side.


ooc: You realise this little trip away to the cabin is going to go seriously wrong, don't you?

"I can still use my coat to try and cover them too." Although that'll leave him feeling cold. It's a compromise he's willing to make though if it means he can find a comfortable place to sit and have that place be by Dean's side. One way or another, he knows they'll make it work.

"After the store though." That much he definitely agrees with.


ooc; Well, obviously. They don't get breaks.

"You can use my clothes too." They might not all be clean but there's more important things to worry about. Mostly not getting spotted so they end up being run out of the various towns they're going to be passing through. There's something else he's thought about too, but that's going to have to wait until they're at the cabin. It's not something they can do in a car.

"I'm allowed to touch them later?"


ooc: :D Glad we're both on the same page. You can probably take a guess at what I'm thinking?

"Anything that will work." He nods slightly, starting to relax a little against Dean then. It's something short lived as the man airs his question. Castiel stiffens up for a moment, his eyes squeezing shut again.

"They belong to you too, Dean. I've already told you that much. You- You're the only person who can. It just... It may take a while." Before he's able to keep still long enough for Dean to touch them. He knows that Dean isn't going to hurt him, and the hunter has already made it all too obvious that he isn't disgusted by them. But that doesn't mean it's easy to shy away from the instinct to keep them to himself. For Dean though, he'll try.


ooc; I'm going with haunting/some kind of monster/blocked in/cabin's destroyed/no pie/another idea. THERE ARE TOO MANY OPTIONS.

"You don't have to." That part is important for him to get across. The point he's trying to make is that it shouldn't be the case if it's just because Cas thinks he should. The only thing he can relate it to is how he feels about his ass. But his ass isn't the subject of conversation right now.

"We'll figure it out." Which means he's going to do what he generally doesn't do and will take a backseat to whatever Cas does want.


ooc: ...fair point. I was thinking all the way back to season 1. With the creepy humans.

"I know. But I want to." He bites down on his lip then, rethinking his words. The aren't entirely truthful, and he's long since learned how helpful lies have been between them. He doesn't want to make the same mistake again. "I do and I don't want to. I want to share everything with you, Dean. And I trust you with my life. But...I think this is something that scares me. I just don't want it to be. I don't like being scared of anything when you're involved. That's why I want to do this. It's just going to take a while."


ooc; Nasty. D: I'm up for anything though. Except right now is bedtime. >> Catch you soon.

He stays quiet for a while after that, but it's not because he doesn't know what to say. He's actually taking the time to think it over before something half-cocked comes out of his mouth. He owes Cas so much more than that.

"Whatever happens, Cas..." He wants to say that he's not going anywhere. That even if they can't get rid of the wings now, they'll figure something else out.


ooc: It's going to be worse than the monsters they've come up against so far. :D Night night!

He has to grit his teeth as he pushes himself upright a little further, ignoring the pain it's causing in trying to contort his wings through the action. He doesn't care though, because right now, he wants to be able to look at Dean first.

"No matter what." It's his own agreement to the unaired statement. They've already been through far too much together to let one thing destroy it all now.


ooc; Sooo tiiired D:

"And I don't think icecream's gonna make it all the way to the cabin. Blueberries might." It doesn't seem to have much to do with what they're talking about right now, but in truth, it's got a lot to do with it. He has no idea if he's going to be able to find the fruit Cas seems to have a hard-on for, but he'll try. That and he wants Cas to try and get into a position that doesn't look like he's breaking. It's one of those times that, for an unknown reason, makes him feel semi-normal again. Like icecream and blueberries are the worst of their worries.


ooc: :( I'll get the coffee on then?

He huffs, continuing to push himself up. This time though, he get himself up onto all-fours, taking that opportunity to press a kiss to Dean's cheek. He turns then, facing backwards, legs folded on the seat. It leaves enough space for him to let his wingtips hang over the edge of the seat. Even moreso when he leans forward to rest his arms on the seatback too. That change in position is enough to have him let out a contented sigh.

"They sell fruit in cans too. We could get some of those instead." He doesn't want to waste any more time than they have to, and if that means making concessions, he doesn't care. "And if we get the right ingredients, we could attempt to make a pie from them too."


ooc; D: Then I'll be peeing all night.

"Dude. I eat pie. I don't make it." He's not planning on starting now either. Getting Cas's favorite food is one thing. Baking is something else entirely. He knows he's lost points on some of his macho tendencies just being in a relationship for this long. Using time they could be spent naked cooking instead is just that step too far.

"But don't let me stop you. I'll eat whatever you put in front of me." And he'll lie if it sucks too.


ooc: The way I make my coffee? You won't just be peeing.

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