Hello people. Okay this idea came to me and wouldn't let go until I had written in down. I hope you like it. It is kinda based round the talking Heads song The Road to Nowhere.

"Well we know where we're goin',
But we don't know where we've been.
And we know what we're knowin',
But we can't say what we've seen.
And we're not little children,
And we know what we want.
And the future is certain,
Give us time to work it out."

Road To Nowhere – Talking Heads

It started as a tingling in his hands and feet. The need to tap whenever he was still. Dean chose to ignore it. Hoping against hope he was wrong. He wasn't. The rest came in a rush. The need to run and be gone from here. To start anew, fresh where no one knew the name Dean Winchester. With that thought he closed up the house he was currently renting, packed up his few meagre possessions and put them into the back of his 1967 Chevy impala (black of course) and texted his brother to say he was heading out. He didn't give a destination, he didn't know one and Sam won't expect one. Though he knew his little brother would expect him to visit him and his wife some when on his travels. With that plan vaguely in mind Dean drove his car out of town on the east running road, not looking back at what had been, for a few months at least, his life. He had a new one to get to. A new one to start.

Castiel sat and watched Dean leave, again. He had had high hopes for this small town but it seemed it was not to be. With that thought he sighed and a frown marred his forehead. Just what was he to do with Dean Winchester? He was running out of ideas and he knew he would not be going on to his next job until he had finished this one. With another sigh he got up and went to find his brother. Maybe Gabriel would have an idea. It may not be a good one, but any idea was better than none.

"Hey little bro what's up?" Gabriel asked as Castiel landed beside him.

"Dean. He has decided to move. Again. I'm tired of trying to find him his perfect match Gabriel. He won't let anyone in. It is highly frustrating." Castiel replied with yet another sigh.

"Maybe you should teach him to open up before you go pairing him off." Gabriel said with a shrug. He knew that the elder Winchester was a pain in the ass for them. So far he had two angels give up on him, saying he was impossible. It was for that reason he had put Castiel's name forward for the assignment. He didn't know why but he had a feeling that Castiel would succeed where both Anna and Balthazar had failed.

"How do I teach him that Gabriel?" Castiel asked sincerely. His brother's idea was not a bad one but he couldn't see the plan to make it succeed.

"Well I suggest you get your feathery ass down there and interact with him." Gabriel responded before flying away leaving Castiel to mull over his words.

"Well that could work I suppose." Castiel muttered to himself before his frown transformed into a smile. Yes that was what he would do. With that he flew off to set his plan into action.

Dean drove down the quiet back road, or at least it was quiet until his car roared past with Led Zeppelin blaring out of the windows. Dean had his elbow out the window enjoying the feel of the wind rushing past him, singing along to his music with not a care in the world now he was back on the road. God how he loved this feeling.

Suddenly up ahead of him on the road a man appeared causing him to swerve so he didn't hit him.

"Son of a Bitch." Dean screamed as he slammed on the brakes to stop his baby of a car ending up in a ditch.

Once the car had stopped Dean looked up into his rear-view mirror to see the man hadn't moved from the middle of the road, just turned to watch him. What the hell?

Castiel had found Dean driving down the road and being impatient to put his new plan into action he decided this was as good a place as any to meet his charge face to face. So he landed in the centre of the road so that he could get Dean to stop. His plan worked well. He was just congratulating himself on its success when Dean climbed out of the car.

"What the hell man? Do you have a death wish or something?" Dean asked angrily.

"No." Castiel replied tilting his head with confusion. Why would he have one of those?

Dean just looked at the guy in front of him as if he was crazy. He probably was. He should just get back in his car and drive away. But he couldn't. The guy had obviously come from somewhere but he couldn't see a car anywhere. And well he didn't look like an axe wielding maniac. In fact he looked like a tax accountant. He really couldn't just leave the guy here. With a shake of his head at his own stupidity he spoke.

"What you doing out here man?" he asked more calmly.

Castiel was about to reply with the truth, that he was looking for Dean but just in time realised that might not be the best response so instead replied with "walking."

"Walking. To from Where?" Dean asked incredulously why the hell would anyone be walking down this back road?

"I do not know." Castiel replied honestly.

"What do you mean you don't know? You must have a destination in mind." Dean snapped back confused as hell.

"Do you have a destination for your drive?" Castiel snapped back.

"Well no, but that's different." Dean replied rubbing the back of his neck when he realised how stupid that sounded.

"How so?" Castiel asked once again tilting his head to the side.

"Well cos I'm driving." Dean replied as if it were obvious.

"But I do not have a car." Castiel responded. Not to be argumentative but because he truly wanted to understand. That was his job. To understand this man.

"Whatever dude. Look can I give you a lift somewhere?" Dean asked cursing himself as soon as the words left his mouth.

"Thank you that would be most helpful." Castiel replied making his way to the passenger side of the car.

"Right. Okay. I'm Dean." Dean said wearily as he got back into the driver's side.

"Castiel." his new passenger replied distractedly. He seemed fascinated with the feel of the leather seats.

"So Castiel where to?" Dean asked as he put the key in the ignition.

"Wherever you wish to go Dean. I have no preference." Castiel replied looking up at him. It was the first time Dean had been close enough to him to see the striking blueness of his eyes. They were enough to take his breath away as he stared into their crystal-like depths.

"Anywhere I want hu?" he asked softly still not looking away from Castiel's eye.

"Yes Dean." Castiel replied equally softly smiling up at the green eyed man.

"Okay." Dean said ripping his eyes away and starting the car. "Okay."

And with that Dean continued down the road, watching his passenger out of the corner of his eye.