When Dean got a text from Cas Sunday evening, he was surprised. This was usually a time reserved for family at the Novak household, but Cas had found a way to get out of it. The text simply read "Got an eighth. Coming over rn"
Dean smiled, pulling on his smoking jacket as he grabbed his lighter and ran downstairs.
"Going out. I'll be back by midnight." He shouted as he closed the door to avoid protest. He got in his car and started driving in the direction of Cas's house, knowing he'd be on foot. When he found his gangly friend, he still had a blue necktie from church on under a purple hoodie.
"Hey," he sighed cheerily, sliding into the passenger side of the Impala. Dean was amused by how much he smelled by this point.
"Dude, you reek." He laughed as he pulled away from the curb. "How did you get out of family night? Isn't your dad really fucking concerned with you guys spending time together or whatever?"
"Snuck out. I decided I'd rather get blazed than play another four-hour game of Monopoly." Cas replied frankly, eyes red. "Can we hotbox this?"
"No, dude, I told you. My dad still drives this car sometimes and he'd be able to tell before he even got in."
"Then what the hell was Febreze invented for? Please dude, this costed me, like, fifty bucks." Cas practically begged.
"Like you actually have Febreze on hand right now. You're already baked dude. Did you even bring a pipe or something? I forgot mine."
"Sure did." Cas said. He pulled a small glass piece out of his pocket with a smug grin on his face. "Where are we going?"
"I don't know yet." Dean told him, debating the risk of being found out if they smoked in the car. After a few minutes of deliberation, he sighed. Fine, he figured it wasn't that likely he'd get caught.
"That clearing in the park." He began. "If we're gonna hotbox I want to have time to air out my car."
"Yes!" Cas exclaimed happily, sprawling over the empty space in the front seat to plant a kiss on his cheek. He reached over and turned up the volume of the music from one of Dean's old tapes as they sped toward the treeline. Dean didn't say it, but he only agreed because he knew how badly Cas wanted to do this.
Dean parked as Cas eagerly packed the first bowl. He handed him the pipe, so Dean ended up taking the first hit. He passed the pipe over and switched to a copy of Dark Side of the Moon he kept stashed in the glove box for these occasions. As Cas took a long drag, he stared openly at him.
Once they cashed the bowl, Dean emptied the charred bits into a paper cup and loaded the second bowl. He handed it to Cas so he could start and leaned back in his seat, closer to him now as he took the first hit. He handed it over and blew out the smoke a few seconds later, catching Dean looking him over with a dumb grin on his face. He simply smiled back and leaned against him, listening to the swells and ebbs of the music as his handsome smoking partner took a hit. He handed the pipe back and sat up some as to put his arm around Cas, carding his fingers through his soft almost-black hair. He could hear him make a small noise that meant he liked him playing with his hair. He already knew how much he enjoyed it, and he leaned against the dark curls as smoked billowed out of his soft lips.
They smoked a total of ten bowls and fell asleep curled around each other in the front seat, the album playing in the background as they folded together, arms wrapped around one another. They'd have to go back to their houses later, but not yet. Not right now.