A/N : Sorry for the slight delay folks. My final practical was going on and will you believe me if I told you, it was a three day practical? I guess not. But aaaaaanyway, here' the update. Enjoy!

'Italics' – thoughts

"Normal" – talking

Chapter 2

Dean Winchester was a mechanic and a damn good one at that. He worked at Bobby Singer's garage whose owner Bobby was like a surrogate father to him. The old man was pushing 60's and no matter how many times Dean told him to stop working in the garage himself, he just wouldn't listen. Dean worked there with few other colleagues and was good friends with one of them, Ash.

He was currently working on his car which was 1967 Chevy Impala or otherwise known as baby. His dad had given him the car on his twentieth birthday and he took very neat care of it. And may I add, he is very possessive about it also and so no-one really drove the car except himself; if you don't count the one time his brother had taken it for a drive without him knowing for which he was still grumpy but won't accept if anyone pointed it out.

He finished his work and went to the washroom to freshen up. Today, he was going to Stanford to visit his brother Sammy. He grinned thinking about the drive till there, he enjoyed going on long drives in his baby. Granted it was almost two day drive but god damn, if he was gonna enjoy it.

He discarded his greasy t-shirt which he wore while working and changed into his usual clothing. Now all he had to do is go home, grab his already packed sack and hop into the car for the travel. 'I'll have to stop once or twice for food', he thought.

He came out and into front and frowned. "I swear I put the keys right here" he mumbled, looking at the table that sat near the entrance.

"You lookin' for somethin', boy?" a gruff voice said to his left. He turned to see Bobby leaning against the door frame to his office.

"Have you seen my keys, Bobby?" he asked.

In return, Bobby lifted his hand which had his car keys dangling in air. He smiled and walked towards him.

"There they are" he said, "Now hand 'em over, old man."

Bobby just shook his head and stuffed the keys in his shirt pocket.

"You ain't driving to Stanford, boy" said Bobby.

He frowned and asked, "Then how the hell am I supposed to go there?"

Bobby smiled and took out a ticket from one of his shirt pocket and handed it to him. "This" he said, "is how you are going there."

He stared at the bus ticket in his hands like it was some vile thing and then looked up at Bobby again. "You bought me a bus ticket?" he asked incredulous.

"Yeah, I hate to repeat", said Bobby, "but you ain't driving there."

"But what about my baby?" he protested, "I can't just leave her here!"

"Calm down boy. The damn car will stay in my garage till you get back."

He was about to argue more but Bobby cut him off again, "Get going now idjit. The bus leaves at 10."

He looked at his wristwatch; it was just around 7 so he still had some time. He frowned once but then sighed. 'I guess I don't have a choice now', he thought.

He gave Bobby one last incredulous look and muttered about taking good care of his baby and then went off towards his home. 'Good thing my house is in the walking distance' he thought begrudgingly.

He went home and took a long hot shower, warm water soothing to his tensed muscles. He was still sulking that he had to go by bus now and he couldn't enjoy the drive as he has planned, but he would reach earlier there by bus. 'I don't have a choice anyway', he thought.

After shower, he changed into more comfortable clothing. He gave his sack a once over to check if he had missed anything while packing. Once he saw everything was ready, he checked his watch again to see it was nearing half past nine. Now that he didn't have his car, he would have to ask someone for a ride at the bus stop.

He dialed Ash's number and waited. Ash picked up at the fifth ring and he explained that he needed a ride quickly. He put the phone back in his jeans pocket after the call and waited for Ash. After few minutes, he heard honking and went out to see Ash there in his truck. The ride to bus stop was quiet, not awkward quiet but comfortable quiet.

They reached the bus stop and he climbed out, waving Ash once as he took off. He turned and saw the sleeper bus standing there. He gave the bus a look and sighed. 'Well..here goes my plan for driving in hell..', he thought. He saw few shops open and went down the stairs to reach there.

Walking in his thoughts, he didn't notice that there was someone already there and bumped into them when they turned around. The sound of falling things and a soft apology snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked down to see a mass of black knelt to pick up the things.

He also knelt down and started helping him and said, "Don't apologize man. It was my fault anyway. Let me help."

The person looked up and Dean had to swallow hard, he found himself looking into the bluest eyes he had ever seen. He saw the slight stubble at the guy's chin, face having lean jaw and the messy hair. 'Oh hell! That is one serious case of crazy sex hair!' he thought.

"It's okay" the guy replied in the most gravelly voice he had heard, "I'll manage."

'Holy fuck!' he thought, feeling the wonders that his body was feeling just by that voice. He introduced himself smiling, "No no, let me help. I'm Dean by the way."

He saw the guy hesitate somewhat and then smile back. "I'm Castiel" the guy replied. He saw the guy stand up, smile at him once and hurry off. He saw the guy walk off and noted 'Damn! That guy has one nice ass.'

He blushed a little and shook his head. But my god, he would be lying if he said he didn't want to hear that voice again and run his fingers through the messy hair. He bought two beer cans and headed upstairs towards the bus. He had heard the clerk calling for them to board the bus; it was leaving in five minutes.

He waited outside till the bus started and then climbed in. He saw there was a door that separated the driver's side along with the door through which he came inside and sleeping bunkers. He went further inside searching for his seat number. Once he reached his seat, he was shocked to the say the least. The guy he bumped earlier was also here.

He grinned when he remembered his name, Castiel. "What a luck!" he said smiling, "So we meet again Cas".

He saw Castiel staring at him for few seconds and then replied "Hello Dean."

"So it seems we would be sharing the bed huh" he said, "where are you going?"

"I'm going to Stanford. I have-" Cas replied but he didn't let him finish his sentence. He was happy that he had someone to pass his time while he travelled in this god forsaken vehicle. "Stanford? Really? What a coincidence man! I'm going there too".

"I see" said Cas. They hit it off pretty easily and he was chatting with Cas about anything and everything. They told each other about their family, profession etc. He told Cas that he was a mechanic and he was surprised to hear that just like himself Cas also lived in Lawrence. He told Cas he was going Stanford to see his brother, Sammy. Castiel looked somewhat uncomfortable to him but he didn't comment on it.

It was around midnight when he turned in saying good night to Cas and within minutes he was out like a light. Cas had asked him if he could take window side of the bed and Dean had agreed easily, he didn't care which side he was on as long as he could sleep.

He was sleeping, snoring lightly but at some point in night he stirred a little. He could feel Cas squirm in his place and he noticed Cas wasn't sleeping, in fact he was sitting there with the most uncomfortable look on his face. He was still very sleepy so he didn't do much except turn his head and went to sleep again.

But he was suddenly jostled awake by something hitting him on head and he felt Cas hastily climb over him and he saw Cas covering his mouth just in time as he ran towards the front of the bus. He blinked a few times and then climbed to his feet. He could feel bus coming to a stop and then he too went to the front.

He climbed down the bus and saw Cas a little distance away from bus, heaving. He immediately told the clerk to bring a water bottle. When the clerk brought the bottle, he took it and went towards Cas. He could see Cas rubbing his throat up and down while he heaved. He could see it was getting painful for Cas to keep going at it so he rubbed soothing circles on Cas' back.

"Hey Cas, buddy. Are you okay?" he asked, continuing with his hand on Cas' back. He saw the guy trying to talk but then heaved once more and started coughing. He continued rubbing his back and gave Cas the water bottle.

"Here, take this" he said and Cas took the offered bottle without looking at him even once. When it looked like he wasn't going to spill his guts out, Cas washed his hands and face and finally turned to Dean. Cas smiled gingerly and opened his mouth to thank him, probably when the clerk shouted at them to hurry up.

Dean felt anger bubble inside him so he told the clerk to kindly shut the fuck up. "Can't you see he's not okay?" he yelled and turned back to Cas. "Hey, are you okay now?" he asked.

Cas shook his head and rasped out "Yeah. I'm okay now. Let's go inside". Cas smiled and he returned the smile and both went inside. They went in their bed when they felt bus had started moving.

Castiel had his eyes closed while Dean stared at him. "Why didn't you wake me Cas?" he asked.

"I didn't want to bother you." said Cas. "You were sleeping."

He shook his head and grinned at Cas. "Dude, I could feel you fidgeting in your place the whole time."

Cas face was clearly showing that he felt bad about keeping Dean awake this whole time so he quickly said, "Don't worry man. I sleep like log and you didn't keep me awake. When you ran out of here, you knocked your bag on me and THAT woke me up".

Cas just apologized again, "I'm sorry to cause you trouble, Dean."

"Cas..didn't I just tell you it was no problem? Now chill out." he said grinning. "Now that we are both awake, what do you say about a friendly game of poker?"

Castiel looked puzzled for a moment but then shrugged; "Sure" he said, "but you have to tell me how it is played."

"Dude! You never played poker?" and at his nod, Dean said, "well.. I'll make you master at this till the night is over."

He told Cas the basic rules about the game and they played for an hour or so. It was almost 2 am when they called it quits and decided some sleep would be good.

Before sleeping Dean couldn't help but tease him again, "You aren't going to run again after I sleep, are you?" Cas smiled sheepishly nodding his head no and Dean promptly went back to sleep. He could feel Cas shuffling his bagpack and move around for a bit and after few minutes he stopped. 'Finally, the guy went to sleep', he thought.

Dean was sleeping contently if you ignored the occasional bumps that bus had when he felt his pillow move a little. He had his face pressed into the warm pillow and he didn't like one bit that it was moving. 'Since when did I have a warm pillow?' he though sleepily. Then last night's events flashed in his sleepy mind and he realized, 'Oh..it's just Cas'. He could feel Cas tense again when Dean nuzzled his face in his chest. Then the nerve of that guy as he tried to wriggle out of Dean's grasp when his hand tightened around Cas.

"Mhmm Cas" said Dean groggily "stay still for a sec, would ya?" and he felt Cas froze. After few minutes he stiffened realizing he was sort of cuddling with Cas and lifted his head up staring up at him. Both stared at each other before Dean snapped out of his daze and removed his hand and sat up.

They glanced at each other every second and both blushed profusely. Castiel cleared his throat a little, "Good morning, Dean".

Dean replied back, "Morning Cas". He shuffled a bit in his place and just as he opened his mouth to say something, the clerk at the front hollered that they had reached Stanford. He closed his mouth and sheepishly smiled a little at Cas.

"So," started Dean, "see you around?"

Cas only nodded so Dean slung his sack over his shoulder and went ahead of the bus. He called for a taxi and looked up once again and saw Cas through the window. He smiled at Cas again and with a wave, he entered the taxi.

He told the address of Sam's apartment to the driver and the taxi started moving again.

'I wonder if I'll see Cas again', was his last coherent thought and before he knew it, he was standing in front of Sam's apartment.

This chapter seems shorter than the previous one. What do you guys think?

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