Chapter 3
Twenty minutes later they finished packing. Sam looked around, this motel room was one more place he had called 'home' for about a week. Would he ever have a chance to settle down like Dean tried?
'So what do we do with sleeping beauty?', Sam asked.
Dean took his keys out of his jacket and threw them to Sam.
'You drive and I sit on the backseats ...with him.', he added and tried to wake up Castiel.
After some painful minutes everybody was on board of the Impala.
'So, you are sure 'bout that?', Sam asked and looked back.
What he saw made him smile, these two strongest and toughest guys he ever knew lay on the backseat of the Impala, shoulder to shoulder and completely tired from the way out of the motel and into the car.
'Well, I take this as a yes.', he said and started the engines.
The first two hours went by without any problems.
Dean didn't sleep, but didn't dare to move in order not to wake Castiel.
Castiel woke up during the ride, but he decided to keep his eyes closed, when he recognised that Dean secured his body with his arms. He never felt that way before, so safe and so cosy. Castiel didn't want this moment to end. Neither did Dean, but none of them dared to speak it out.
When they arrived at Bobby's, Dean helped the wounded angel out of the car. 'Hey you three. Seems like Castiel is our invalid this time? Ok sorry. Dean you better bring him upstairs, I've tidied up my old office, there's a bed in there.',
Bobby welcomed the three of them and hugged Sam.
'Anyway, good to see ya boys.'
When Dean had brought Castiel to the office they met up for dinner.
Bobby had done his best to comfort the boys, even though he wasn't sure if the bond between Castiel and the boys was a good thing.
But he had seen the way Dean looked at Castiel.
He knew the boys as good he himself and Dean was definitely nobody who showed his feelings to everybody else, but in this case he appeared to be truly afraid, probably even as much as he was when Sam was about to die.