"Hello baby boy, have a nice nap?" Dean asked, as I sat up and looked around. We were moving down the highway again. My clothes had been straightened out and I didn't feel icky anywhere. "You were out for about an hour, I had to get moving again before Dad got upset. I told him that I needed a short nap." I nodded.
I sat up straighter and stretched out, we had three more hours in the car then, roughly of course. Maybe Dean will speed and make it less, but I'm not sure. "So Dad taking off tomorrow morning then?"
"No, he's taking off tonight, the town he is working in is about an hour and a half away. This is the closest town to it though. So we will get the room to ourselves tonight." He threw a wink my way, and I couldn't keep the smile off my face. We had the hotel room, plus it was a friday night. It looks like fate has finally smiled upon me.
Dean indeed speed to the town, we got there in just under two hours. Dad had already got the hotel room, but when we got there he didn't look happy. "It's a good thing I am not staying tonight. All their doubles were booked so you guys will have to make do with sharing a king. I will find the next town and just let you know what it is Dean. See you boys in a few days, take care of Sammy, Dean."
And just like that he was back in his truck and gone. We shrugged and walked into the room. The room was a nicer than most we had been in. And it truly only had the one king sized bed. "The king will be better for my plans at least." I smiled at him, before going about the usual routine of checking the room. Even though Dad probably has already.
"Are you hungry baby boy?" Dean asked as he wrapped his arms around me. I leaned my head against his shoulder. I felt him press kisses against my neck.
"Yes, there is a diner just down the street. Shall we go?" He nodded against my head, his arms slowly unwinding from my waist. He grabbed my hand leading me out to the impala. Dean even opened and closed the door for me.
"What a handsome gentlemen." Dean gave me a smile.
"Only for you Sammy."
I couldn't help but smile, knowing this was true. He never treated his bar pick ups like this. Dean only fucked those girls, not caring about them. He cared about me though, you can tell just by his actions.
When we got to the diner, we went to a booth in the corner where we wouldn't draw attention. Dean didn't even make fun of me for ordering 'rabbit food'. We picked on each other like brothers, but acted sweet like a couple.
After pushing our plates away, Dean leaned over the table and whispered "Now it's time for our desert." Before slapping down money on the table and dragging me out to the car.