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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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"I don't know how to cook anything, Dean. Why would I know how to make pie?" Given all he knows firsthand about food involves 'how to order at a diner' and 'what snackfoods are best for a long journey', it's to be expected.

He drops a hand to the seat, sliding it across to rest on Dean's thigh instead, wanting that contact back now that he's moved. "Maybe we should just get pre-made food so we don't have to waste any time preparing it ourselves."


ooc; You decaffeinate your coffee?!

"'cause you're the kinda person who'd learn just 'cause I like them." He thinks it's a pretty accurate description of what kind of person Cas has turned out to be. It's impressive considering he's spent so much time with Dean.

"But pre-made's good. I like pre-made." Mostly because he's got no interest in how the food he fills his stomach with ends up that way.


ooc: ...that would make it pointless. No, I tend to make it so strong it ends up being a powerful laxative to the untrained digestive system.

He cuts off his own answer at the first comment, knowing that anything he says will be nothing but a lie. He really would learn to make them just because they're something Dean likes. But given how close they've tended to be to diners or stores, he's never had to learn.

"How long until we reach the store?"


ooc; And diarrhoea is better than peeing too much?

"Ten minutes." Mostly because he's taking it steady with his speed. The way Cas is sat means his attention is only half on the road despite knowing the sooner they get to the store, the sooner they can head up to the cabin.

"Get comfortable while I'm gone."


ooc: No. Just pointing out that peeing would be the least of your problems.

"I wont be able to get comfortable until I can lie down with you again." Though that has a lot more to do with being close to Dean than letting his wings loose again. "After I've eaten though, I may go and lie down for a while in the back. Unless you'll be too bored sat up here without me." Despite the amused look on his face, there's a trace of seriousness mixed in. He'd rather stay close to Dean, regardless. So if the man wants him there, he'll find a way to sit more comfortably up front.


ooc; Yeah, I'll stick with being tired. It makes going to sleep that much easier. >>

"I'm a big boy." Which is his way of letting Cas off having to sit uncomfortably up front. He'd rather know that the guy's not in pain than have company. He's been on longer car rides on his own before and he's not going to all of a sudden be unable to deal with them anymore.


ooc: My day just got so much lamer. :\ Ugh.

"Yes, you are." His smile slowly turns into a smirk; something far dirtier than he should really be sporting. It's a sign of just where his mind goes these days when it comes to Dean, and it's all too obvious just who's to blame for that.


ooc; You're always lame.

"...yeah." He's caught sight of the smirk but he's trying his best not to act on it. There's an almost uncontrollable urge to slow down and make the most of where the conversation is headed. Instead he just tightens his hand around the wheel and clears his throat.

ooc: thanks.

His smirk starts to fade at Dean's reaction, having at least expected him to tell him to stop. Taking ahold of the back of the seat, he sits upright, using his grip to keep him from sliding off the seat.

"I want to stay up here with you. I just don't want to make things more difficult."


ooc; Always a pleasure.

"You mean not giving me a hard on while I'm trying to drive?" The response is finally there accompanied by the quirk of his lips. It's just too good to leave alone. He chooses that moment to glance across at the position Cas has twisted himself into.

ooc: ehhh.

He stares down at Dean's crotch at that, not quite catching himself in time to stop it. When he looks back up again, he just shrugs. "That too. But I was referring to not concerning you over having to keep my wings hidden."


ooc; Oooh?

"Right. That. Yeah." He's actually managed to forget about the wings. The realization makes him blink a couple of times in surprise.

"We can cover them up however you want to sit." It's only after a moment's pause that he speaks again, and even then he doesn't sound sure. Not because he's doubting their ability to hide the wings but because he forgot about them and the gas station is fast approaching.

ooc: Sorry. ...I was just annoyed. >.>

"We'll sort it out once we've been to the store." Or the gas station. He knows the stores they have with them aren't really ideal when it comes to stocking up on supplies, but he's willing to deal with it if it means getting to the cabin that much sooner. "You can pull over somewhere quiet after and we'll find a way to cover them."


ooc; No worries. I was just making random sounds to join in.

The nod is more for show than anything else. His attention is back on the gas station. He needs to find somewhere to pull up unnoticed. They don't need gas, just food and something to drink. It's been longer than he cares to think about since he's had a beer.

"I'll get the food and you..." He's gesturing that Cas stays put. Not that it's any different from their usual routine.

ooc: As you do.

"I'll be right here when you get back." His smile is back again, even as he turns his attention toward the back window. He doesn't have the option of looking where they're going right now, so instead he's looking off toward the set of headlights far in the distance.

"I think I'd like a hotdog, with plenty of mustard on it. And some cookies." He has an entire list by now, but he's willing to leave off the rest in favor of letting Dean choose. The man always ends up picking at least one thing that he likes.

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