AN: Hey guys, Merry Christmas and all that - I would really love it if you could leave some reviews, maybe tell me what you'd like to see or where you'd like this to go; I only have a few ideas for outcomes and twists, and well... since this is as much for you as it is for me, it would be amazing to hear your thoughts and they always light up my day~ Okay, so enjoy. This is really just the beginning!
Chapter Six
One of the things Dean really hated about living on his own was having to shop for himself. The other big demon was of course having to clean for himself, but shopping and cooking was really what was annoying him, at the moment particularly. He was once again completing that trek from the grocery store back to his place. He was just about managing the ridiculous paper bags along with his own bag which was slung over one shoulder carrying his books from university – notebooks, textbooks, pens, his wallet.
He had still a fair bit to go when he heard that dreaded tearing noise and one of his bags split, spilling the contents with a cringe-worthy clatter on the street pavement. The streets were pretty much empty apart from a few cars, luckily enough, so he was able to quickly snatch the cans that had rolled out onto the street without much hassle.
Cursing he began assessing the damage and trying to redistribute things between the remaining bags and his own backpack. In the zone, he barely noticed the car pulling up behind him.
"Hey, need a hand?" someone asked.
He waved a hand disregarding the offer, "it's fine, man, I've got it."
"Come on, I'll give you a ride home, it's the least I can do."
Frowning, Dean finally turned around to see the car he had helped Jo work on last week. He recognised the driver just as quickly and swallowing to look down at his groceries he reluctantly nodded, "you sure?"
"Of course, get in and point the way."
He couldn't help but note how strange the guy's voice was, it was on the verge of sounding idiotic, like he had a horrible cold and had just been sucking helium – no wonder he hadn't spoken when they first met. He was casually dressed and even looked a little scruffy but Dean couldn't determine his age at the quick glance he had stolen – but he could pretty much guarantee he was a student from what he had observed. So he trusted him that far – that he wasn't just some creep picking up kids on the streets.
He scrambled his things together and got into the front seat. "Dean, right?" he said, looking across, and he nodded in return.
"I didn't get your name the last time," Dean hinted, unable to stop the curiosity creeping into his voice.
The man smiled and moved the car out of park, starting to drive in the direction Dean had been walking. "No, you didn't, did you?"
Dean stared at him deadpan, "you're seriously not going to tell me your name?"
"Do you need to know it?"
"I-… no," he said, his brow creasing softly, "but, you know mine."
"That's true, but perhaps my name is of more value than yours, so it wouldn't be an equal trade."
"Wait, what?"
"Where are we going?"
Dean made a frustrated noise and flumped back in his seat not talking except to give him the odd instruction back to his campus. The man just seemed to be chuckling to himself, amused at Dean's huffing. Which really only made it worse.
"This is my building," Dean said, and the man made a little noise, he turned to him, "what?"
"Hmm? Nothing," he said with distraction.
"Whatever," he started gathering his stuff together in armfuls and struggled to open the door and let himself out, "thanks, I guess we're even." His voice was a little gruff at being teased, but he stopped halfway through getting out of the car at the sound of the other man's voice. He turned and leaned down to look back into the car, "sorry?" He couldn't help but see a hint of worry mixed into his expression and it confused Dean, but he stood there regardless.
"Cas," he said with a glimpse of a smile, "my name's Cas."
