A/N: So yeah while writing this chapter I discovered my shitty use of was/were (aka grammarhell) thanks to a review on and I'll try to read through the previous chapters and make it look prettier because I realised (I know omg UK spelling) it's a mess once I looked into it (apparently it's not that hard since in Swedish we have both words; just that we rarely use one of them).
There were something more on my mind, hmm...
And yes, it does hurt my (slightly) hipster-y heart to use old songs because they're all so wellknown, but that's mostly because I suck at old rock and I want some good meanings behind them. Seriously, putting Mumford & Sons also kind of hurt even if I love them. The old songs I use I pretty much found through the brilliant fic 'Play It All Night Long' which I took all the songs from and put them all into a playlist because I'm a nerd like that.
WELL after my long enough babbeling, enjoy some Sammy/Cas/Dean but mostly Sam because he's golden and you know it.
(Long note, long quote, short chapter, short laughter.)


Don't let your heart grow cold
I will call you by name
I will share your road

But hold me fast, hold me fast
Cos I'm a hopeless wanderer
Hold me fast, hold me fast
Cos I'm a hopeless wanderer

Mumford & Sons - Hopeless Wanderer

Castiel just finished sending his nearly two hundredth query letter to yet another publisher, every single post address and e-mail he'd found was now used. His head felt heavy and he were tired when the phone called and to his surprise he could se that it was Dean that were calling, which were very unusual even if they had each other's number they rarely used them.

"Hello Dean."

"Cas! You know how Jo always talk about that we should come visit? I have one of my greatest ideas ever!"

Castiel felt a little lighter now, but Dean always seemed to have that effect on him.

"What do you mean?"

"A road trip. Me, you, the Impala and Sam, but we'll pick him up after half the ride. It'll only take about one day to drive there, so it's a shit road trip, but still."

"That sounds... Great, but I have a lot with college."
"Cas, we're going over thanksgiving."

"Okay." His heart were pounding, he knew it was a bad idea, going alone in a care with Dean Winchester and he didn't want it to hurt but after all he didn't have any plans and he didn't want to be alone on Thanksgiving. Even better, his mom lived close to Jo so he could always visit her.

"That's everything you have to say? No other plans?"

"No, not really, why?"

"Nothing."

Castiel could hear Dean smile on the other end of the phone and the thought made Castiel smile too.

"I just thought... Never mind. It's settled then, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, yes you will."


The days until the extra- extended weekend seemed to be moving fast because one day Castiel stood outside his apartment building, a light bag containing some clothes, his laptop, a book, a toothbrush and some other stuff in his right hand and (of course) a takeaway cup of coffee in the left one. If he hadn't had stuff in both his hands he'd pull his coat tighter because even if he were wearing a knitted sweater underneath, a warm scarf and his deep blue beanie (yes, it was a shit combination but he didn't care) it was pretty cold outside in the early morning. While waiting for Dean (where was he anyways?) he couldn't help but think again, that maybe this wasn't a very bright idea. Going in a car, alone with Dean. At least he'd be alone with him for half the trip and then his brother whom Castiel had never met would tag along, the brother who Dean always talked about with such fondness. Castiel were actually looking forward to seeing him.

That's when a black car came driving towards him, the car was old but well kept and made roaring-like sounds. It stopped next to Castiel and in the driver's seat he saw a smiling Dean and that was when it struck him that he'd never even seen Dean's car before.

"You like my baby?"

His head jerked up from looking at the car to the voice but then he smiled and nodded.

"It's very pretty, Dean. Chevy?"

"Chevy Impala '67," Dean said with much love in his voice and Castiel found it funny he gave so much love to the car, but then again, Castiel gave a big portion of love to letters on a paper forming sentences and pages, chapters and then at last, books.

Dean jumped out of the car and opened the trunk so Castiel could put his bag in there which he did. Then they both got into the car and Castiel looked around, it felt very much like a small home.

"It's very well kept. For how long have you had it?"

"She, it's a she."

Castiel laughed, he found it strange to give the car a gender. "Okay, for how long have you had her?"

"I got her from my dad when he died in that car crash."

Dean weren't the one to make the moment awkward, it were entirely Castiel's fault because it made him think of that time in the small apartment and shitty wine. He cleared his throat and just said as strongly as he could;

"You must be good with cars."

"My father taught me everything I know."

Castiel looked at Dean who apparently didn't see Castiel's discomfort in the subject when they took turn after turn to get out of the city.

"He must've been good with cars, then."

"The best."

Then Dean dropped the subject and started talking about Jo and Thanksgiving and Castiel couldn't help but let his eyes linger a little too long on Dean's face.


After driving for three hours they stopped to eat at a small road restaurant with big signs saying they had the best burgers in the state and that seemed to catch Dean's eyes.

"Cas, you have to try these burgers they have here, it's as close to heaven you'll ever come, I promise you." Dean told him before he ordered two burgers with fries without asking if Castiel really wanted a burger, even if he didn't really minded it, he never really knew what he wanted anyways.

They sat down with their food at a small table in the pretty full room, everyone with food and smiles.

"I thought you were a classy chef?"

Dean had already begun to stuff his mouth with the big burger, looking very content with life as he always did when he had food in his mouth.

"Doesn't mean I can't enjoy a burger."

The sight... It were really something. Castiel had never seen someone so happy over something so small as a.. burger so he smiled along and took a bite off of his burger, which he had to admit, it were a pretty good one.


Castiel had been scared there would be an uncomfortable silence sometimes and now he wasn't sure why he'd ever thought that. Dean weren't hard to talk to, no, he were an easy talker and interesting which were a great combination. Castiel shared that he'd never been on a road trip before, only a short one when he was sixteen and Gabriel wanted to 'show him the world' as he'd said and they ended up not knowing where they were and even Gabriel had to admit to being lost and Dean laughed at the story. Dean said that him and his brother had nearly lived on the road as kids, living in motels and in cars. He didn't say it in any sad voice but Castiel could still detect the pain and sadness Dean held to some of the memories because even if they were happy they still held some melancholy.

The stories made Castiel more excited about seeing Sam (not Sammy as he'd thought it were at first), Dean's brother even if he liked to be alone with Dean.

When they weren't talking there were always some loud rock music that Dean had on cassette tapes (apparently all Apple products such as iPod's were the work of the devil). Dean were still trying to get Castiel into the music and yes, some song he found to be good, but mostly they were just loud but they were all great when Dean listened to them, singing along with them and making small dance moves behind the wheel.

Those songs made Castiel wonder how Dean didn't end up with one of those horrible long haired rocker haircuts but he was pretty glad Dean didn't have one.


After one more hour of driving they took a turn and turned into another big city, the city where Sam lived. Roads, cars, humans, lights flashed by and as usually they made Castiel somewhat mesmerised.

Ten minutes later (and some swearwords later from Dean about the traffic) they stopped by a road where a huge, brown haired man stood with a big, happy grin on his face and a bag that looked small in his big hands.

"That's your brother?"

"Yes, that's Sammy."

"He's huge."

"He's big as a house but kind as a kitten."

Dean grinned to Castiel before jumping out of the car and hugging his brother while Castiel tried to decide if he should get out too but the decision was already made when seconds later Sam got into the backseat and Dean into the drivers seat.

Sam threw a smile at Castiel and held out a hand but Castiel caught something in the eyes, that was in fact as kind as Dean had said, but there was also something else that looked protective and a bit held back.

"Sam."

Trying to forget about the eyes, he'd probably imagined it, he took the hand and Dean started driving.

"Castiel."

"I've heard lots about you, Castiel." Sam smiled and the thing Castiel had seen in his eyes seemed to be gone and now they were strictly interested in him.


Out on the road again Dean were blasting his music even if both Sam and Castiel shot him annoyed glares while trying to talk.

"So you're still rocking the whole cassette thing, Dean?"

"Shut your pie hole, Sam, just because all you listen to is shit."

"Yeah, sure. 'Cause cassettes have such good quality."

Dean just shook his head in disagreeing after Sam's sarcasm.

"Cas," Sam said, quick on picking up the nickname Dean usually used, "You should tell him about the cassettes, he may listen to you."

Castiel felt confused, why would Dean listen to him about the cassettes? He was pretty sure Dean wouldn't trade the cassettes for anything so him saying the quality was... not the best would probably do nothing.

"Why would he listen to me?"

"Oh, I don't know." There were something glittering in Sam's eyes and this time it wasn't the same protective undertone he'd seen before, no, this was something else.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Dean barked, not really angry, but with a bit of annoyance over the brother's comments.

"Nothing," Sam said and leaned back in the seat with his hands behind his neck, looking content with life as Dean sighed and turned down the volume a bit with a face that made Castiel once again having to force his eyes off the driver.

'And I knew there was no turning back (Thunder)
My mind raced
And I thought what could I do (Thunder)
And I knew
There was no help, no help from you (Thunder)'


Around eight o'clock they stepped out of the car, smiling but still kind of tired. Dean looked the most tired of the three but then again he'd been driving the whole trip, giving out looks that told Sam and Castiel how rude he thought it was when they offered they could drive for a while.

Castiel's body felt stiff after sitting down the whole day and he tried his best to stretch it a bit which helped only a little but he didn't have the time to do it for a long time.

"CASTIEL, DEAN, SAM!"

Jo came through the door, walking with long steps and a smile on her face.

"Look what the cat dragged in," she smiled before she attacked first Castiel, then Dean and lastly Sam with hugs. Castiel wasn't aware that she knew Sam but just decided to leave it because it was pretty cold outside and he wanted to go inside.

They took their bags while Jo stood watching them with a fond smile that Castiel knew meant she was happy. Jo usually didn't show many emotions but after knowing her for some time Castiel knew most of her faces and he liked thinking and determine what they all meant.

The house she lead them to were placed next to The Roadhouse on the lot and the sounds from the bar escaped and filled the cold evening with happy sounds and memories from Castiel's childhood and high school years.

"How long time did the drive take this time?"

"I think we started around twelve or eleven, not sure. So about eight to nine hours with two small pauses for food."
"You guys hungry?"

"Starving!" Dean said and looked very serious, because food always seemed to be very serious to him.

"You're always starving, Dean." Castiel remarked.

"Hey, Cas, I was gonna say that!" Sam said and started laughing when he saw Dean's pissed off face.

"Food is important."

"We all know it is to you, Dean." Jo laughed.

They put down their bags in the first room that looked nearly exactly like Castiel remembered it (it wasn't that long since he'd been there after all) and then they headed to The Roadhouse.


A/N: Wow only TWO SONGS IN THIS CHAPTER, JULI, REALLY?

SONGS USED IN THIS CHAPTER:
Hopeless Wanderer - Mumford & Sons
Thunderstruck - AC/DC

(Have you figured that I love these guys (yes, I'm talking about these) yet, they're my life.)