A chime sounded above the door as Castiel walked into the Roadhouse. He and Dean had made a habit out of coming there on weekend and summer mornings to eat breakfast together at 10:00 in the morning. Currently it was the summer between their sophomore and junior years of high school. Castiel always got their right on time, but Dean, as usual, was always late. Not that Castiel minded. Castiel was okay with anything Dean did. Castiel was slightly in lo- Castiel really liked Dean in a more-than-friendly manner.
As Castiel sat in a booth in the back corner of the diner, Dean walked in. It was quite early for Dean to be there, but he seemed very excited as he sat across from Castiel.
"Cas, you'll never guess what happened," Dean spoke in a rushed tone.
"I don't know, tell m-"
Dean cut Castiel off, saying, "My dad gave me the Impala! Can you believe it? He loves that car!"
"Really? Wow, Dean, that's great! You can drive places now!" Castiel already had a car, an old, beat up Jeep, so he had always had to drive Dean places. Again, not that he minded.
After they had eaten breakfast, they both parted and left for their own houses. Castiel got in his car and listened to music all the way home. He was proud of his music taste, even though Dean called it "modern, hippie, peppy stuff".
Later that night, he heard a car rumbling outside his room. He looked out to see the Impala outside, apparently Dean had invited himself over. Castiel flopped back onto his bed, expecting Dean to come straight up to his room as he always did.
He was surprised to hear his mother calling up the stairs to him, "Castiel? Dean's here. He wants you to come down here." Flustered, Castiel hopped out of the bed and ran down his stairs, turning the corner to see Dean standing by the front door.
"Hello, Dean," Castiel said, tilting his head in confusion. Dean looked at Castiel, as if he had not heard him come down the stairs.
A smile broke out across Dean's face as he replied, "Hey, Cas, you wanna head out for a little bit? I don't care what we do, I just wanna do something."
They left the house, after Castiel told his mother that he was leaving, and just drove. Castiel had said that he did not care what they did either, so they decided to just drive to one of the places they had discovered together over the years.
They pulled up into an empty field that they liked to come to so they could just relax. They dropped themselves onto the ground and stayed silent for awhile.
Finally, Castiel asked, "Why did you seem in such a rush to leave, Dean?"
Dean, who had been in a daze, snapped out of it and said, "Oh, Sammy was spending the night at a friend's house and Dad was drunk, so I took that as my cue to head out."
Castiel hummed in acknowledgement and said softly, "It's alright, Dean, you're always welcome at my place."
Something seemed to have snapped in Dean at that, and he stared at Castiel for a few seconds, with an unfamiliar expression in his eyes. He leaned over and grabbed Castiel's coat lapels and pulled him closer.
When Dean kissed Castiel, it felt like fire and rain together. It felt like all Castiel had hoped it would and beyond. Dean tasted like Dutch apple pie and something that could only be described as the summer night. Dean smelled like worn leather and his shampoo.
Somehow, Castiel found himself sitting on top of Dean, still plunging his tongue into the other's mouth. Finally, they pulled apart, resting their foreheads together and breathing heavily. They stared at each other for awhile, like they normally did, until Dean finally spoke.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."
Castiel chuckled, replying, "I could say the same thing."
