I woke up in my bed. I sat up and saw Cas sitting at the dining table. He was on a computer and seemed deep in research. It made me think of Sam. Maybe I should try to call him.
"Good morning, Dean." His voice was rough.
"Morning." I stood up and stretched.
"We have coffee and food." He pointed to the counter. There was coffee and a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit.
"Thanks." I sipped on the coffee.
"Your welcome."
"What are you looking at?" I walked over to him.
"A hunt. There seems to be a ghost a few hours away." Cas told me.
"Let's go." I went to grab my jacket.
"We don't need to go right now. I have to do a little more research and we have to eat and shower. I am going to the library." He stood up and walked out.
As he left, I sat and thought about things. I decided to try and call Sam. Of course he didn't answer. I decided to call Dad.
"Dean. How did the hunt go?" He asked immediately.
"Ok. 'Bout to go on another one. A ghost hunt a few hours away. You?" I sighed.
"Good. Going on another hunt also. Text me when you are done." Dad ordered.
"Yes sir." I said.
He hung up. I sighed and shook my head. He won't change. I just can change my reaction. I am not going to let him bother me.
I finished my biscuit and coffee. Waiting for Cas, I watch Dr. Sexy MD. It was a pretty good episode. The door opened and I looked up to see Cas walking in.
"How did it go?" I asked.
"Good. I found all the information. Just need to go and salt the bones of Rachel Evans." He said.
"Really?" He knew everything.
"Yes. You shower." He pointed to the bathroom.
"Ok. And hey." I looked at him. "Do you have another outfit or just that?" I asked.
"I did. Lost them." He shrugged.
"Well we will buy you new clothes when you get there. We can't dig her up until nightfall." I suggested.
"Ok. Thank you." He smiled.
I took a shower, then he did. We drove to for hours. Cas suggested we played a game. It was a song generator game called Pandora. I have never heard of it. Then again I am infamous for using older technology.
Most of the songs were rock songs that I have heard. Then older country. Cas moved it on to newer pop and I groaned.
"What?" He asked.
"I hate pop." I told him.
"I usually do. It is just for fun and to hear new things." Cas explained.
A new song played on the radio.
'Take my hand and lead the way
Out of the darkness and into the light of the day
And take me somewhere I'll be safe
Carry my lifeless body away from the pain
'Cause I know what I've been missing
And I know that I should try
But there's hope in this admission
And there's freedom in your eyes
And we cry away
I'm sick and tired of being afraid
If I cry anymore then my tears will wash me away
But when I hear you call my name
I whisper the word that I never thought I'd ever say
And I hope to God you'll listen
And you'll keep me safe from harm
'Cause I found what I was missing
When I fell into your arms
And we cry away
I can feel the darkness coming
And I'm afraid of myself
Call my name and I'll come running
'Cause I just need some help.'
"That was depressing." I said as I changed the song to the rock channel.
"It was. I thought we would get something funny, like Beyoncé or Britney Spears." Cas admitted.
"Beyoncé? Like Destiny's Child?" I asked in disgust.
"Yeah." He shrugged.
The rest of the trip was silent. We listened to my cassette tapes and thought about things. I thought about the song. I am sure he was also and worried it made me upset.
When we got to Topeka, Kansas, we went to a diner for lunch. We both got burgers, fries, soda. I tried to get a beer, but Cas said I shouldn't.
"It didn't upset me." I said suddenly.
"What?" Cas looked at me.
"The song. It didn't upset me. Sure, it is making me think about things." I told him.
"Like what?" He asked.
"You." I said.
"Me?" He sounded shocked.
"Yeah. How like an angel you came from nowhere and helped me. You have taken my hand and have lead me closer to the light. And I feel safe with you. You are freedom. I can do anything with you and I don't have to be afraid. I don't have to be anything but me. I don't have to be a soldier, a big brother, a father, or anything. Just Dean Winchester." I shared a piece of my heart with him.
"And I will be there. Just call my name and I'll come running." Cas quoted the line that reminded me of him the most.
"Castiel, my blue eyed angel." I whispered.
"Dean, my green eyed Gypsy." He whispered back.
My heart felt full when he said that and it skipped a beat. I looked over at him. He had a small smile on his face. His blue eyes shining. It was beautiful. I wanted to lean forward and kiss him.
What?! I ain't gay. I am a heterosexual man who loves woman. I looked down at my food and we continued in silence. We finished eating and we went to the store to buy Cas some clothes.
It was pretty amusing. At first he only wanted to buy dorky clothes. Long sleeves with one stripe. I let him get a couple, but then I helped. He got long sleeves without dorky designs. Then, button ups, plaid, military jackets, jeans, and tees.
We went and got a motel room. I sat in the motel while Cas went to wash the suit and trench coat. As I sat, I thought about how it felt to have him in my life.
It felt joyful and fearful at the same time. He was so nice and helpful and beautiful, but he might leave or get hurt. He seemed like he could handle himself, but I still worried a little. Overall, it was like a roller coaster that I didn't want to get off of.
And I wanted to tell someone. I tried calling Sam again, but he didn't answer. I left a message.
"Sam. Hey, it's Dean. I am calling to just talk. Not to drag you in and ruin your life. I just wanted to tell you about a new friend of mine. Also I wanted to hear about your new life." The beep but him off.
Then, I called Bobby.