Sam was still recovering from the conversation when Dean's phone rang. It was Bobby, telling of a hunt that had come up a few towns over.
"We'll be there by sun up." Dean promised. He put his phone away and filled Sam in. Castiel listened, and Dean noticed. He looked at him in the mirror. "You can just stick with me, you'll be fine."
"Oh now you want to teach him something." Sam said quietly to Dean.
Dean smirked and said, "Might as well try to get some rest, Cas."
"Alright." he nodded.
Sam was amazed at the control Dean had over Castiel. He relaxed back in his seat and closed his eyes, letting his head rest on the window.
After a few minutes, Sam began another conversation with, "You're a dick."
"I couldn't let the wingman thing go." Dean played it off. He could just keep smiling and gloating and Sam would really buy it.
"This is perfect to you, isn't it? You get to corrupt an angel, make him just like you. You already bonded over apple pie, next thing you know, he'll be dropping boilermakers and slinging ties around doorknobs."
"Stop it, Sammy, you're gettin' me all teary eyed."
"I wouldn't be surprised if you let him drive."
"Let's not get nuts here." Dean wasn't about to tell him he was right!
"We passed nuts at the word 'procreate'."
Dean smiled. "You mind driving for a while?"
Sam said no and Dean pulled the car over. Sam got out and Dean slid over to the passenger's seat. He sunk down and spread out, Sam got behind the wheel and said he'd wake Dean in a couple hours.
Dean fell almost right to sleep, and dreamed of Castiel. They were drinking this time, doing boilermakers, but eventually they went back to the hotel. He woke up to Sam shaking his shoulder.
"What's going on?" he mumbled, sitting up and looking around. They were stopped on the side of the road.
"You were making weird noises, I..." Sam trailed off awkwardly. "I thought you might be having a bad dream or something." Dean knew he meant a dream of Hell and wished he would just forget about it.
"No, dude, I'm fine. You want me to take over?" Dean wanted to tell him the next time he woke him up from weird noises, the car better be on fire, but that put a horrible picture in his head.
"Yeah, I'm beat."
They both got out this time. Sam opened the back door and woke Castiel.
"Can't just lay in the front, can you?" Dean said knowingly as he walked around to the driver's side.
"Some of us need more room."
"Because some of us are freakishly tall."
"Better than freakishly short." He asked Castiel if he would mind moving to the front and Castiel complied, and hurried even, to get around the car and in the passenger's seat. He closed the door and, looking like he was still asleep, smiled over at Dean, who smiled back and started the car as Sam flopped around in the back.
"Ready to go, princess?" Dean asked his brother.
"Move 'em out!" Sam replied.
Dean pulled the car back onto the road and looked over at Castiel, he was already sleeping soundly. Or so he thought. A second later, Castiel was moaning and moving a little. Dean heard Sam give a little laugh, but Dean didn't think it was funny. He was afraid of what might come next.
"Dean... oh, Dean..." Castiel breathed out, his hips moving in slightly provocative ways.
Dean's eyes went wide and Sam sat up in the back with a low brow.
"Did he just say...?" Sam asked quietly.
"Shut up." Dean said.
Sam choked on a laugh. "You guys got really close over the pie huh?"
"Shut up."
"Explains all the questions."
"Shut up."
"I can get my own room at the next motel if you want some time alone with your man."
"Are you done?" Dean asked forcefully.
"Oh I won't be done for a long time."
"Go to sleep."
"Whatever you say, lover boy." Sam laid back down with a smile.
"Bitch." Dean mumbled.
"Jerk."
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A few hours later, they were in town, but it was 4 AM. The sun wouldn't come up for another two hours, and Dean had no idea where Bobby was. So he pulled into an alley and shut off the engine, might as well snooze for a little while longer. The clicking of the keys as he pulled them out of the ignition woke Castiel and he stretched his shoulders. He was still half-asleep, Dean could tell by the look on his face, the hung-over eyes and the drunken smile. He slid over closer, and the farther he got, the closer Dean edged to the door. He ended up leaning against it.
"You want to create sexual friction with me." Castiel said as their bodies touched. Dean had no where left to back up to. He also didn't know how to respond to that, but knew Castiel was just being funny. "He could've used proper terms. I would've understood." Castiel leaned his head over on Dean's shoulder and took a long quiet sniff of Dean's scent, and smiled.
Dean looked over the seat to make sure Sam was still asleep. "Guys don't do that." Dean said, moving his head a little to rub his cheek against Castiel's hair.
"But now I'll never be able to eat tacos, it'll be uncomfortable. And I really wanted to try tacos."
Dean smiled. "I don't think either of us will be enjoying tacos for a while."
Castiel sighed sleepily and relaxed into Dean, who looked over the seat again at Sam, still sleeping, before he let his hand settle on Castiel's leg. He rested his head on Castiel's, closed his eyes and fell asleep with a smile.
