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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 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.

The hotdog is easy to remember - he's planning on getting one for himself. The cookies don't automatically spring to mind though, so he knows that's the part he has to remember. Chips and jerky always come as part of the deal.

"Don't get into any trouble." Which means not letting anyone see the wings, even if there isn't much Cas can do to help that. He offers a final, parting quirk of his eyebrows before he's out the car and headed up to sliding doors.

"I'll try my best." He twists in his seat, looking back over his shoulder so he can watch as Dean makes his way to the store. It's only once he's out of sight that Castiel practically collapses forward against the seat, his eyes squeezing shut and fingers tightening against the leather. He's had his wings freed for far too long over the past few days, and it's taking a lot more than he has left in him to keep them bound to his back again. He just wants to get out of there and up to the cabin now.

Five minutes later, all thanks to how long the geeky kid at the checkout was taking with each item, he's heading back to the car. He's trying to keep the breath of relief inside his lungs as he takes in the sight of the Impala just how he left it. No crowd with pitchforks and fire in sight.

Juggling the paper bag all the food for their trip is held in, he manages to open his door and slide it in, ducking down to take a look at how Cas has rearranged himself, or not.

"We got a couple hours straight through from here up to the cabin. You uh... get comfortable."

He jolts when Dean opens the door, and he's quick to try and cover up his previous position, not wanting to worry the man any more than he undoubtedly already has. Offering up a quick smile, he pulls back to sit on his knees again, getting to work on unbuttoning the front of his coat. He slides it free soon after, though not before taking a good look outside. It's only when he finally drops his hands to the bindings of his wings that he stops, looking back to Dean to make sure the man isn't rethinking this. One he unties them, he knows he wont have much luck tying them back up again while they're still inside the car.

"I can still get into the back if you'd prefer it."


ooc; JSYK, Cas has a TA post up now that may end up breaking Dean more. :/

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