"What are we going to do, Dean?" Cas asked.

Dean lightly kissed the area behind Cas's ear before responding. "We'll figure something out."

"And if we don't?" Cas replied.

"We will." Dean whispered. "I promise."

Cas turned over onto his other side and sighed before scooting up against Dean and wrapped one of his arms over him. "We need to have some kind of idea of what to do. I mean, we are stuck in D.C. at the moment."

"No we're not." Dean stated.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Dean." Cas said.

"You're such an arrogant prick sometimes." Dean laughed, kissing the top of Cas's head. "I know exactly what I'm talking about."

"I highly doubt that." Cas muttered.

"Dick." Dean snarled.

"Shut up." Cas smirked.

"So. I take it Michael will be monitoring the airports and all flights to Chicago, probably busses, too." Dean mused.

"And much more." Cas mumbled.

"Exactly." Dean nodded. "So to get out of here, we need to do something where no one will see us or we don't need to sign in or log anything electronically."

"There's no system like that other than hitchhiking again, Dean." Cas sighed.

"There is if you've had my life." Dean growled.

"What crazy ass idea do you have running through your head today?" Cas smiled, letting go of Dean and shifting upwards so they were looking at each other.

"You know about my history with stealing and such, right?" Dean grinned.

"Oh, God..." Cas groaned. "Whenever something begins with that, it doesn't end well."

"Shut up, you." Dean chuckled. "Just bare with me here."

"Okay. I'm listening." Cas stated.

"The easiest way to cover up any evidence of being somewhere, was to never use your ID or buss pass or credit card or anything like that, so no one has any proof you were in a certain part of town if you broke into someone's house or something." Dean started. "So if I needed to get out and fast, I'd just sneak into a cargo car on a train."

Cas rolled his head back onto the pillow and groaned. "What in the hell am I doing dating an ex-criminal?"

"I'm your guilty pleasure." Dean sneered, rolling onto Cas and pressing a long kiss to his lips.

"I suppose you are." Cas hummed as he moved his hands up into Dean's hair. "So oh pleasurable one, how are we going to get on a train?"

"Well obviously we just climb on." Dean shrugged.

"You're specific." Cas retorted.

Dean laughed in admiration before leaning back down and kissing Cas again.

"But before we do anything, we should clean up." Cas stated. "You only make that mistake once."

"There's a difference between forgetting or choosing not to shower and not having a plane with a shower." Dean chuckled.

"Did I ever tell you what an ass you are?" Cas asked.

"All the fucking time." Dean smiled.

Cas pushed Dean off him as he sat up, laughing all the while. "Well it's good that I know what's up in my life then."

"Oh fuck you." Dean leaned back on his elbows as Cas got off the bed and began walking to the bathroom. "Don't use all the hot water!"

"I'll use all I like!" Cas called back.

"Douchebag!" Dean remarked.

He heard heavy footsteps coming back to him. Cas leaned back into the room and flipped Dean off with not one, but both hands.

"You're such a gentleman, aren't you?" Dean laughed.

"Only with those who deserve it." Cas replied, heading back to the bathroom.

Cas pulled back the curtain and stepped in the shower, quickly screaming and falling out of it. Dean ran in and began laughing even more.

"You're such an idiot." Dean grinned.

"Shut up and help me up." Cas snapped. "I fell in quite a weird position."

"I can see that." Dean snorted. "What is so horrifying about a shower that you scream?"

"That's fucking cold water!" Cas exclaimed.

"It can't be- Oh my God!" Dean put his hand under the stream of water, but quickly withdrew it. "It's like antarctica up in there. "Hopefully it'll warm up?"

"I doubt. I let it run for five minutes." Cas sighed. "I'm not getting back in there. I knew we should've actually bought a can of Febreze."

"Well, I think we're okay considering it's starting to rain outside." Dean mused.

"It is?" Cas asked.

"I think you can look for yourself, Cas." Dean smiled. "But since you're too lazy to look out a window, yes. It is in fact, raining."

"I hate you." Cas huffed, drying off his torso with a towel Dean handed him. "And oh how wonderful it will be to walk around in our pajamas and socks in a rainstorm without umbrellas on our way to sneak onto a train."

"You said it not me." Dean smirked. "But if you'd like, we could stop at a gas station, get a pair of flip flops and an umbrella."

"Yes. I would love that." Cas nodded.

"You love anything I do." Dean growled.

"As long as it's sappy and romantic." Cas retorted.

"Or involves sex." Dean snorted.

"Go fuck yourself." Cas sneered.

"God I really love you sometimes." Dean smiled in admiration at Cas.

"I really love me sometimes, too." Cas stated.

"And now is not one of those times anymore." Dean sighed.

"Good. It's not like I was feeling especially unloved right now or anything." Cas mumbled.

"No!" Dean yelled. "You are not allowed to play that card on me."

"You never let me do anything though." Cas pouted. "I feel so alone."

"Don't look at me like that." Dean pleaded. "I can't take those fucking puppy eyes."

"You mean these ones?" Cas blinked at Dean innocently, wide-eyed.

Dean covered his eyes and plugged his ears with his thumbs. "I'm not going to stand for this, Castiel Andrew Novak."

"Ooh." Cas sang. "Using my full name I see."

"That's what you get, bitch." Dean growled.

Cas stepped behind Dean, placing his hands on Dean's waist. "See? There you go again. All you ever do is insult me. You never tell me you love me."

Dean groaned, turning around. "Do get some sick pleasure from torturing me?"

"Very much." Cas sneered.

"Stop." Dean ordered.

"Hmmm..." Cas shrugged. "No."

"I'll do anything. What do you want from me?" Dean begged. "A poem? Just stop harassing me."

"You know. That sound nice." Cas mused. "Write me a poem. And quickly. You know that I'm not very patient."

"God." Dean moaned. "Why did I say that?"

"Because you're desperate." Cas answered.

"Because you're a fucking asshole?" Dean suggested.

"So." Cas smiled, shimmying into his bottoms. "Poem."

"You can't expect me to make something up on the spot!" Dean exclaimed.

"Sure I can." Cas smirked. "Because at the moment, you are my little bitch. Like you said, you can't take these puppy eyes."

"God, I hate you." Dean sighed.

"Poem. Go." Cas ordered.

"Here goes nothing." Dean grumbled.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

No, I shan't; For thee are like a winter's night.

Since thou art a cold-hearted bitch.

I would not hesitate to smack thee over the head

But if I did so, I would not be sleeping on a bed

For I would be banished a sofa and then probably slapped

But I there would be no regrets

Because thou art a cold-hearted bitch and deserve it.

Thee disposition right now is horse shit

and it is most of the time because...thou art a little shit.

And sometimes thou maketh me say 'Oh my God'

But most of the time, it's because thee acts like a bawd

And this god damn poem is over

because I suck at poetry

and I failed English for a reason

and you do not deserve such kind words.

Dean bowed as Cas slowly clapped his hands. "There."

"That was beautiful." Cas smiled. "Even if Shakespeare is rolling over in his grave right now."

"You're the one who made me." Dean replied.

"You offered. I accepted." Cas stated. "Because I'm a cold-hearted bitch like that."

"Also," Dean added. "I would rather marry a squirrel than thee, because unlike you, it would would leave me be."

"Well, it's a good thing that there are no squirrels around right now." Cas growled.

"You should be careful though because there's a lot my squirrels than there are George Clooney's." Dean mused. "I could see a squirrel anywhere, but there's only one George Clooney."

"That just means I have standards and want something no one else can have." Cas smirked. "But if you prefer to run off with the next rodent you see, then that's your choice. But I can guarantee you one thing, Dean Winchester. I can eat more nuts than any other squirrel out there."

Dean raised an eyebrow at Cas. "Did that come out wrong."

"I don't know, Dean." Cas shrugged. "Did it? Did it really? Or did it come out the exact way you hoped would?"

"Maybe I'll up my standards to a Sasquatch then. You don't see too many of those around here." Dean hummed.

"Unless you open the door two doors down from my room." Cas sneered.

"I can not wait to tell Sam that one!" Dean laughed. "Never thought I'd hear you make a Sam joke! Damn!"

"I'm just full of surprises." Cas whispered.

"I can see that." Dean retorted as Cas slid off the bed and walked over to him. "So are we going to wait until after the storm passes to leave or..."

"No." Cas sighed, resting his chin on Dean's shoulder and wrapping his arms around Dean's stomach. "We need to get out of here before Michael finds us. Ever second we're here is every second closer he is."

"Shame..." Dean muttered. "I really wanted him to find us..."

"Why the hell would you want that?" Cas scoffed.

"Sarcasm." Dean growled as he reached behind himself and grabbed Cas's ass before untangling from Cas's hold.


"And would you believe the shower was colder than this?" Cas mused as he stepped out in the rain.

"Hold on." Dean pulled Cas back in the room.

"What?" Cas groaned.

Dean unbuttoned his flannel top and pulled it over Cas's similar shirt.

"What the hell are you doing?" Cas asked.

"I don't want you getting cold." Dean stated as he stepped in front of Cas and fiddled around with the shirt so it fit more comfortably over Cas's.

"What about you?" Cas tilted his head.

"I'm a big boy, Cas. I think I can handle a little – Oh shit!" Dean exclaimed as he stepped into the rain. "A little water."

"Considering you're already wet, then I might as well." Cas scowled, shutting the door to the room and standing beside Dean.

Dean extended his arm in a triangle shape. "Shall we?"

"We shall." Cas smiled, interlocking their arms.

After a moment, Cas spoke up again. "Are you sure you're okay without your shirt? I don't want you getting sick."

"I'll be fine, Cas." Dean laughed, ruffling his wet hair, Cas immediately patting it back down.

"I love you." Cas chuckled.

"I really love me, too." Dean smirked.

"I should just learn to shut up." Cas muttered.

"I wouldn't be opposed to that." Dean retorted.

"So should you." Cas snorted.

"Why don't we shut each other up then?" Dean purred, grabbing Cas's arm and turning him in for a kiss.

Cas quickly moved his hands up to Dean's wet hair as Dean put his on Cas's waist pulling them closer.

"Maybe I love you, too." Dean mumbled.

"You better or there are going to be some lucky squirrels out there." Cas replied, pulling away and intertwining his fingers with Dean's as they resumed walking.

"Not as lucky as George Clooney's going to be." Dean remarked.

"Yes. I am quite the catch." Cas smiled.

"I can't argue with that." Dean mused.

"Who can?" Cas scoffed.

"So why do you want me to hand you over to George Clooney, hm?" Dean asked innocently, but not letting Cas see the devious smile gracing his face.

"Hm..." Cas pondered the question before answering. "Well, he's sexy as hell, very dreamy really, he's probably a great kisser, he's funny, hard-working, adorably obstinate and stubborn, has great hair, perfect freckles-"

"George Clooney has freckles?" Dean laughed. "Since when?"

"Oh. Um...he has them, just he covers them up most of the time." Cas stammered.

"Sure, whatever." Dean rolled his eyes. "Continue on about how great your alleged future husband is."

"Okay. Perfect freckles, he's a sarcastic smartass, but cute and sappy and sweet all at the same time, and is so family oriented and charismatic, and he puts other before himself – even if it has negative effects for him -, and there's a million other great things about him, but we're here now, so in short, he's perfect and I never even knew I wanted him so bad until I met him." Cas finished.

"Yeah. I am pretty perfect aren't I?" Dean smirked as he pushed open the door to the gas station, causing a bell to ring.

"What?" Cas choked. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't. I'm surprised you kept that postcard in your wallet for so long." Dean chuckled.

"Fuck. I was just kidding. I didn't mean anything I said. I was joking. It was all for laughs." Cas stuttered.

"You can't shower me in indirect compliments and then call backsies." Dean snorted. "That's not how it works, buddy."

"I am not your buddy." Cas scowled.

"Of course not. You're my fuck buddy." Dean laughed.

Cas groaned as he followed Dean into the bathroom. "And you're an assbutt. A great big giant assbutt."

"I figured that was coming." Dean retorted. "You're so predictable."

"No I'm not." Cas replied. "I'm very spontaneous when I want to be."

"Then be spontaneous." Dean growled.

"I don't feel like it." Cas replied.

"Then I'll never believe you're spontaneous until I see it for myself." Dean stated.

"Fine. You want spontaneous?" Cas asked.

"This should be good." Dean muttered. "Sure. Woo me with your spontaneity."

Cas pushed Dean up against a wall, Dean's hair sliding upwards against it with the force. Cas pressed his lips into Dean's, violently kissing him.

After a moment, he pulled back, panting. "Spontaneous enough for you?"

"That was really fucking hot, but not spontaneous. You take any opportunity you get to make out with me." Dean smirked.

"Then I'm done trying." Cas smiled sourly. "When you're through, I'll be in here."

Dean burst out laughing when he went to wash his hands. "Cas, what the hell are you doing? We are in a public place! Anyone could walk in!"

"And I don't give a fuck." Cas stated.

Dean continued laughing at the sight of Cas standing there in his boxers, drying his clothes off one by one under the hand dryer and hanging the dry ones on the door. "Oh my God, Cas."

"See. You don't get this kind of entertainment from a squirrel." Cas mused.

"Now that's what I call spontaneous." Dean clapped his hands.

"If you'd like I can dry off your clothes while you change into mine." Cas offered.

"That'd be great." Dean stepped out of his soggy shoes and stepped out of his pants, tossing them to Cas, who hung his shirt on the door and started on drying them off.

After a moment, the door opened to reveal an employee.

"Fuck." Dean jumped behind Cas.

"I've been here ten minutes..." The employee grumbled, backing out of the room and letting the door close. "It's too early for this kind of shit."

Dean sighed as he quickly grabbed Cas's dry clothes and put them on, exiting the bathroom. He looked about the aisles of the store, casually browsing around. After a few minutes, Cas called him back in the bathroom and they changed back into their own clothes.

"God..." Dean laughed as he and Cas walked back . "How many people can say that their boyfriend did their laundry at a gas station?"

"As far as I know, one." Cas stated.

"Smartass." Dean muttered, wrapping an arm around Cas's waist.

Cas smiled up at him as they walked down an aisleway.

"Which umbrella should we get?" Dean asked.

"I like the clear one." Cas said.

"Then we'll get the clear one." Dean chuckled pulling it out of the bin.

"That way we can see the raindrops hitting it." Cas breathed.

"Okay, you little fairy, we're getting the clear one." Dean snorted. "Now which color flip flops?"

"The blue ones. They match my pajamas." Cas replied.

"And your lovely eyes." Dean growled, tossing Cas a dark blue pair and taking a black pair for himself.

Cas blushed as he went down the next aisle.

"Where you going, Cas?" Dean smirked. "Did my affection scare you off?"

"No of course not." Cas smiled, peeking his head back around the aisle. "God knows how long this train ride will be. We'll need food."

"Fine." Dean sighed. "Make sure to get some ho-ho's."

"Why wouldn't I?" Cas retorted, reaching down and grabbing a few boxes.

"Do we really need twenty of them?" Dean laughed.

"They're delicious." Cas scowled.

"Don't give me that look. Just get whatever you want as long as you're paying." Dean snorted, picking up a pack of licorice. "Normally, we'd split the load, but since you're new to this whole freight hopping thing, I'll take it all."

"That's not necessary, Dean." Cas muttered, grabbing a few small bags of chips.

"It is." Dean stated, grabbing a cheap backpack. "So deal with it. Besides, we don't have time to argue about this."

"Seems we have time to argue about everything else." Cas grumbled.

"We can argue on the way if that'll take that stick out of your ass about this." Dean laughed.

"Deal." Cas nodded, following Dean up to the cashier's desk. "Ma'am, can we also get a few maps? We just need some that show railways between here and Illinois."

"You aren't plannin' on doin' any freight hoppin' are ya?" She asked.

"What? No!" Dean exclaimed.

"We're creating a virtual diagram of all the railways in the U.S." Cas lied.

"Sounds interesting." The woman smiled, handing them some small pamphlets. "Well, have a nice day, boys."

"You, too." Dean smiled as they headed out the door.

Cas opened up the umbrella as they stepped outside and Dean unfurled the map. "Where's the closest one?"

"Around 3 miles away." Dean answered, causing Cas to groan. "Can it. There's a thing called taxis you know."

"Oh yeah." Cas mused.

"Fucking idiot." Dean laughed as they began walking.


"Dean." Cas moaned. "We've been here for four hours now. When the hell will a train come?"

"There's one coming soon." Dean said, crouching down and feeling the rails. "It'll be on this track."

"How can you tell?" Cas asked.

"The rail is vibrating." Dean explained.

"Oh." Cas breathed as a quiet horn sounded. "I can hear it."

"No shit." Dean retorted, standing up and grabbing the backpack, pulling it over his shoulders.

"How does this work?" Cas tilted his head as he heard the train come closer.

"Remember that night when I held you up on my shoulders on that high rise in the city?" Dean responded.

Cas nodded.

"And I asked you if you trusted me?" Dean continued.

Cas nodded once again.

"Do you still?" Dean asked.

"Of course." Cas stated.

"Then you're just going to have to trust me on this." Dean chuckled.

"I do." Cas smiled as Dean adjusted the backpack on his shoulders one last time, pulling the straps taut around his body.

"You ready?" Dean smirked, as the engine was mere yard away.

"Ready, yes? Terrified? Also yes." Cas sighed.

"I wouldn't let anything happen to you, Cas." Dean said, pulling Cas in for a tight hug. "Ever." He whispered, pulling away and kissing Cas. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to, you know."

"We have to though." Cas muttered. "So I'm not backing out. Not after we've come this far anyways."

"Well get on my shoulders then." Dean replied sternly

"What? Why?" Cas scoffed.

"Don't question me. Just get on my shoulders." Dean ordered, crouching down.

Cas positioned himself over the backpack, standing on Dean's shoulders. Dean put his hands over Cas's feet as he trudged over to the tracks, the train getting closer. "On my call, you have to jump. No hesitation. Throw the umbrella in first though. I don't want you losing an eye."

"That's a comforting thought." Cas muttered.

"No time for that right now. You'll have hours to be a smartass later." Dean scowled.

"Jesus." Cas breathed. "You're so whiny."

"Shut up." Dean laughed as he craned his neck to see how far along the train was. "Okay, you ready now?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." Cas mumbled.

"Okay..." Dean replied, intently watching the train. "Now!"

Cas pushed off Dean's shoulders and just barely made it onto the cargo car. Dean ran as fast as he could towards Cas's car, but the mud weight down on his flimsy shoes made him slip and fall.

"Dean!" Cas yelled.

Dean quickly pushed himself up and continued running. "Stay there!"

"No!" Cas argued, sitting down on the ledge.

"You're gonna hurt yourself!" Dean screamed.

"I'm not leaving you behind!" Cas shouted.

Dean shook his head as he ran to the edge of the train and took a giant leap of faith onto another cargo car, missing it and dangling off the edge, on his stomach.

"Dean!" Cas yelled again. "Dean!"

Dean pushed himself up into the car with his arms and then stood up, brushing as much of the mud off himself as he could. He fixed himself up before stepping out of the car and clinging onto the top of the car.

"Dean!" Cas cried, worry spreading across his face.

Dean ignored him as he pulled himself onto the top of the car and stood up, steadying himself with his arms. He quickly ran across the tops of the cars until he came to Cas's car.

"Back up, Cas." He ordered.

Cas moved away from the edge and further into the car.

"Grab my feet if you can, just in case." Dean said.

"Just in case what?" Cas exclaimed.

"Just in case nothing." Dean sighed.

"Fine." Cas huffed as Dean lowered himself back down so he was gripping the top of the car again. "Be careful."

"I've been doing this for years you idiot." Dean laughed. "I think I'm good."

Dean gently began swinging his body, keeping a tight grip on the car. After he'd picked up good momentum, he let go and flew into the car, Cas grabbing his legs, but Dean's force topping them backwards.

Dean groaned as he stood up.

"Dean." Cas panted wrapping arms tightly around him. Cas cupped Dean's face in his hands and began kissing him.

"Mmmm." Dean hummed. "I should make you fear for my life more often."

"I always fear for your life." Cas whispered returning to hugging.

"I-I'm good Cas." Dean laughed.

"I'm not." Cas replied, pulling Dean in tighter, Dean sighing in amusement as he hugged Cas back.


"Dean, something's crawling on my foot." Cas choked.

"Yeah, I know." Dean smirked.

"Dammit, Dean. Don't scare me like that." Cas scowled. "You know I can't see a thing in this fucking car."

"Calm down, Cas. Jesus..." Dean chuckled, clumsily kissing Cas's forehead.

"You know how I feel about creepy crawly things." Cas said.

Dean found his way under Cas's shirt, and danced his fingers all around his midsection, causing Cas to squirm.

"Dean, stop that." Cas snapped.

"What?" Dean asked, sliding his other hand under Cas's shirt. "You mean this?"

"Of course I mean that." Cas pushed Dean's hands away before sighing.

"You're no fun." Dean pouted.

"I'm tons of fun." Cas stated. "When I want to be at least. I just don't find being trapped in a cargo car, cold and wet to be a fun scenario."

After a moment, Cas felt arms around him, pulling him to the floorboards of the car.

"Uh...Dean? What are you doing?" Cas laughed.

"You said you were cold. I'm warming you up." Dean smiled, holding Cas against him.

"Okay." Cas yawned. "I'm not going to argue with that. You are very warm."

Dean nibbled on the side of Cas's neck causing him to laugh. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean as he buried his face in Dean's chest, his shirt still damp from the rain.

"Hey, Cas?" Dean whispered.

Cas mumbled a reply.

"I love you." Dean grinned.

"Mhm..." Cas hummed.

Dean stroked Cas's hair as he drifted off to a peaceful sleep. Dean chuckled in admiration before curling around Cas and falling asleep himself.


A/N: Holy fuck, I feel like shit for not getting this uploaded two days ago. Just, the one day I just couldn't get into the writing feel and I finally did and it was wayyy to fucking late to be up writing, so I wrote a few pages then went to bed. And yesterday I worked on it, I swear, but again, it got too late and I had to do that dreaded thing called sleep. So finally, after hours of not doing homework, here's the chapter. And holy shit I'm so scared. I have one of my darkest deepest secrets ever and (actually I have two), but my piano teacher learned one of them. And I guess I wasn't being too secretive about it anyways, but it was just kind of weighing on my mind so I tried to talk about it without telling what it was, but once I said the wrong thing, he was like, "Oh you blah blah blah" And I'm like, "me? What? Psh. Hells no.", but it's like impossible for me to lie to him so I turned my back to pick up my books, but had this awkward distasteful smile on my face since he was being a stupid idiot and I think I accidentally pissed him off while emailing him tonight and he might tell my parents. Oh god, I need to get over this anxiety.

But idk what's going on here, but I am getting ideas left and right for more stories. And to think I was getting worried about not having another story to write when I'm done with this one (although idk if I want this to end too soon.) and Secrets, which I intend to be shorter, but we all know how that goes. I had to watch documentaries about freight hopping to write this chap, so at least I know how to sneak around the US and Europe if I needed.