Hey guys! So I am all rested up and ready to write my new story. I am excited to be on this journey with you and can't wait to see what happens. Thank you for reading my first story and I hope you all enjoy this one. I love you guys.
Dean's POV
The clatter of dishes and mumble of words mend together in the little bar in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Lifting my hand, I slowly take a sip of my beer. I sigh and begin to rub my temples. It has been four months since Cas and I left our little home town. The trip was great that is until Cas started to get uncomfortable and now he is always mad. The best part is he won't even talk to me about what is causing him problems. I love him, but I feel as if the emotion is not shared. Getting lost in my thoughts I didn't even notice when the waitress walked up.
"Sir?" I snap out of my daze and look up. The tall blonde girl smiles at him. She was pretty but not my type.
"Yes. Sorry."
"It's fine sugar. Is there anything you need?" She leans in.
"If you know how to talk to people who hate you that would be great."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means I can't get my damn husband to talk to me."
"Oh honey. What makes you say he hates you?" She straightens up, determined to help me with my problem.
"We are on a road trip and he was fine at first but now he is angry and frustrated at everything. He won't tell me what is wrong. It's like he doesn't want me to care about him anymore."
"Hey, it sounds to me that he just needs space, maybe a romantic gesture. I can tell you that he doesn't hate you."
"What makes you say that?" She smiles and starts to walk away.
"No one would give up on a face like yours." She laughs and I nod, chuckling slightly. Maybe she is right. Maybe I do need to do something romantic for Cas.
Cas's POV
Dean left hours ago and now I am starting to get nervous. I know I have been acting terribly to him, but for some reason whenever I am with him I remember. I just want to curl up with him, but I can't without yelling or crying.
The last time I told Dean I loved him was a month and a half ago. It has been a month since Dean started running of on his crazy bar extravaganzas and it is all because of me. I need to do something to show him I love him. I need to express how I feel. I need to tell him why I have been acting this way.
The door opens and shuts quickly, but quietly. I turn to see Dean standing in the doorway. He pauses awkwardly rubbing his neck. Before I could stop myself I run over, wrapping him in my arms and placing a tender kiss on his lips.
"Dean, I am so sorry." Dean looks at me shocked before smiling and wrapping his arms around me.
"It's about damn time. I was missing those lips of yours." I shake my head, leaning my forehead against his.
"Shut up." He frowns and I smile even wider. "I love you. God I love you so much it hurts. I am so sorry for treating you so poorly, you didn't deserve it. I promise to talk to you. You will nev…" Dean kisses me again.
"You talk too much." He pecks my lips again. "I love you too. Hey do you want to go out?"
"Of course, just let me change." I look him over. He was in jeans, a blue shirt, and his trench coat.
"You look fine. Wonderful actually." His green eyes twinkle as he looked at me.
"Really?"
"Absolutely. I mean you always look great and extremely sexy." I scoff and push Dean gently. "Hey it's true."
"Whatever, let's go before that charisma becomes the death of you."
"Ooh I like the sound of that." He smirks as he walks out the door with me in follow.
We sit in a small restaurant. Dean and I sit opposite from one another. Dean is making small talk when our waitress comes over.
"What can I get you guys?" Her eyes linger a little too long on Dean, but I shake it off.
"I don't know about him, but I would like a cheeseburger." I smile at her and she quickly jots it down before looking back at Dean.
"I would like the same and a piece of apple pie." Dean smiles and the girl blushes.
"Alright I will be right back with your food." She smiles before turning away with a small wave to Dean."
"She thinks you're cute." I pick at my trench coat.
"Huh?"
"Don't tell me you are that oblivious."
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Dean our waitress was ogling you like you were a piece of chocolate."
"Oh, hey I don't notice those things, because I only have eyes for you."
"It's a good thing you are super charming and very, very handsome." Dean smiles and leans over the table, trying to kiss me. "I am not kissing you just because I said you were charming and attractive."
"Fine." He slumps back into his seat, pouting. I laugh.
"What are you five?"
"Maybe, at least five year olds get kisses." I roll my eyes just as the waitress places our meals in front of us.
"Is there anything else I can get you?" She looks at me quickly before her eyes land on the man across from me.
"No, I think we are alright."
"Oh ok." She smiles shyly.
"Wait!" She looks up excitedly. "If you could get my husband a piece of this pie that would be great." She looks shocked as she looks between us before nodding.
"Dean, why did you do that?"
"Hey I was just letting her know that I was taken by the gorgeous man across from me." I blush and lean over the table giving Dean the kiss he was waiting for.
I hope you liked the first chapter of the road we follow.