Chapter 1
Castiel's hand gripped for his seatbelt frantically as Dean sped away from the grassy ditch in front of the bunker.
"Pussy," Dean smirked as he watched Cass scramble in the rear view mirror.
"I can die in an automobile accident now, Dean. And you should know, most accidents happen three miles from the home."
"You're home, huh?" Castiel looked at Dean, confused.
"I do consider the Men of Letters bunker to be something of a home, yes." Castiel the looked out of the window at the blur of green that were trees being passed by.
Sam grinned to himself. Luckily enough for him Dean didn't notice. Sam did not believe in man in the middle attack. Castiel was eons old and Dean was, well, Dean. They could handle themselves.
Dean sighed. Maybe, friends were all he and Cass would ever be.
Cass wasn't thinking of much; just of how much he wished Dean's thoughts were still open to him and how much they used to look and sound like a wheat field, amber, in hot August.
"So it's a Siren, huh, Sammy?"
"Yeah, sounds like it."