Dean was happy. He had his angel riding shotgun, his kid brother Sam safely installed at Stanford and Crowley, King of Hell, sitting uncomfortably in the back. The radio was churning out various depressing headlines about wars and deaths around the world, but the hunter didn't want anything to ruin his good mood - God knows he'd had little to smile about lately - so he switched station to one of his favourite rock channels.
"Carry on my wayward so-o-on,
there'll be peace when you ar-"
The singer was cut off mid-sentence as Dean flicked to another station.
"Jerks." He muttered to himself.
The velvet tones of Elvis Presley drifted out of the speakers and draped themselves around the pair's shoulders, almost like an embrace. For all Crowley's faults, even he could not help but sense the change of mood up front.
"When no-one else can understand me,
When everything I do is wrong,
You give me hope and consolation,
You give me strength to carry on,
And you're always there to lend a hand,
In everything I do,
That's the wonder,
The wonder of you."
Dean hummed along with the tune, blissfully aware of Crowley's worsening mood and Cas' - Cas' sideways glances at him. With a wave of understanding, Dean picked up the lyrics and began to sing.
"And when you smile the world is brighter,
You touch my hand and I'm a king."
Cas looked at Dean with a strange emotion displayed in his eyes. The angel couldn't quite work out what it was. It seemed to be a cross between need and want . . . maybe . . . love? Cas dragged up the remains of his courage and joined in with the song, only slightly behind Elvis in terms of singing power.
"Your kiss to me is worth a fortune,
Your love for me is everything."
Yes, Cas decided. He definitely seemed to be experiencing the foreign emotion of love towards Dean Winchester. How strange. But it didn't feel like the love that Sam Winchester showed towards his brother. That love was definitely brotherly. But this . . . this was something very different.
"I guess I'll never know the reason why
You love me as you do."
Dean glanced towards Cas and saw a strangely conflicted expression on his face. It looked a little like love - no, a lot like love. This was odd, as Cas had never shown any feelings towards him before apart from as a friend, so why would he suddenly be looking at him with love in those haunting blue eyes?
"That's the wonder,
The wonder of you."
Crowley studied the pair with interest. Why would they suddenly be expressing love towards each other when neither had shown any homosexual leanings before - especially projected at the other man. The whole situation wads profoundly off.
"The wonder of you!"
As Elvis held the last note of the song, Cas and Dean found themselves leaning towards each other, neither really knowing why they were doing so. Dean tilted his head slightly as he steered the Impala into a side road and quickly turned the engine off.
"Cas." He breathed, relishing the sound of his angel's name on his lips.
"Dean." The blushing angel replied.
Crowley slid down in his seat, covering his eyes as the pair's lips touched.
"Well," he said, "I was NOT expecting THAT to happen!"
Cas pulled back from the kiss and whispered into Dean's ear,
"That's the wonder of you."