Something always brings me back to you,
It never takes too long
He never knew that a car could mean so much.
Castiel was familiar with the leather interior of the Impala. He had sat in it's back seat on multiple occasions. He noticed the way Dean always cared for it like it was another human being, often calling it 'baby.' He would run his fingers over the seats, the doors, every little nick and scratch mapped out in his brain. He liked to try and take note of the songs that played over the radio. Dean always loved his Castiel, the Impala was a place of comfort.
Now, the former angel was in the passenger seat of the Impala, stealing momentary glances at the man in the driver's seat. The hard features of Dean's face were defined with each flash of lightening that danced across the sky. The calming pitter patter of rain surrounded the two men. It was almost as if Heaven weeped for the loss of it's inhabitants, and it's downpour was plummeting to the Earth. Low rumbles of thunder echoed through the sky, sometimes cracking like a whip. Closing his eyes, Cas leaned his head back, closing his eyes, taking it all in. His pulse rushed in time with the storm, his fingers quivering with each surge of thunder and lightening.
"Cas?"
The ravenette was pulled from his reverie by the strong voice of the hunter, who was now gazing at him curiously with those green eyes Cas adored.
"You okay there pal?" Dean asked, eyes scanning his friend.
"I am quite alright, Dean." Cas smiled lightly, looking ahead at the road. "I was just relaxing."
Dean chuckled somewhere deep in his throat, a sound that made Cas' heart flutter. He looked over at Cas briefly, the soft features of the now human so sweet and delicate…
Suddenly, Dean pulled the car over to the side of the road. Castiel gave him a look of confusion, which only made Dean chuckle again.
"Dean, why have we stopped? And what is so funny?" Cas asked, perplexed by the abnormal actions of his friend.
Instead of a vocal reply, Dean leaned close to Castiel, until his lips were against his. The kiss was sweet, almost hesitant. Neither man kissed back at first, then Cas moved closer to his hunter, wrapping a hand behind his neck. They stayed there for what seemed like a sweet eternity, both intertwined in a kiss that was both kind and gentle, and held a sort of passion and ferocity. Finally, dean pulled away, looking at Castiel with smoldering eyes.
"Let's go home."