Surprise! Guess who's back after two months! I apologise for little warning on stopping this fic, (the random hiatus' are one of the main reasons I do drabbles and unrelated stories. Say if I had a two month pause on Accidents, someone would have made good on their promise to kill me... O.o)

While I've been away, I have watched pretty much all the Marvel movies, watched Ouran High School Host Club, and... I don't know, I think that's mostly it. I went on holiday with one of my friends (holy shit, jet-skiing i E) and got a cactus.

I won't updated as regularly as I used to, due to severe writers' block, but who knows, once all my free time is taken up by school, I may started procrastinating and work on this rather than homework. (Also sorry if it isn't the best quality, it's been a while since I wrote Destiel)

Hope you guys are all okay, and enjoy! And sorry again.

Fez.

(Lottsa swearing in this one. Like a lot.)

Dean Winchester hated travelling. It was official. He was lost, it was ten at night, his phone was out of charge, so no cab and there was only a small bar open.

Sighing, he trudged towards it. To be brutally honest, he only knew he was in the right town because there was a sign, declaring that he was in Valley, Nebraska.

As he reached the door of the bar (The Roadhouse) a man walked out, not seeing Dean and immediately walking away from him.

Dean paused for a split second, wondering if he should actually ask for directions, or just wander around in the off-chance he would find his motel.

Swallowing his pride, he began to jog up behind the man, who was dressed in a kind of long coat.

"Hey!" he called, aware it was late at night.

He was right behind the man, reaching up to tap him on the shoulder, when the man twisted around, let out a yell of 'LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE' and sprayed a shit ton of pepper-spray in his eyes.

All thoughts of being quiet vanishing from his head, he screeched and fell back, clutching his burning eyes.

"Jesus mate!" he yelled.

"Oh shit, I'm so fucking sorry!" the man shouted back. Dean could faintly hear people pouring out of the pub and running footsteps somewhere behind his head.

A foot came out of nowhere and kicked him in the stomach.

"Leave my cousin alone, fucker." a man snarled and Dean curled up, groaning.

"Gabe, no. It isn't him."

"Cassie, the fuck? I woulda walked you home."

"You fucking picking on my Clarence?"

A wash of voices assaulted Dean's ears and he struggled to sit up. Looking up, he could see the man who pepper-sprayed him standing over him, the streetlight behind him illuminating his silhouette, giving him a heavenly glow.

Dean blinked, trying to wash the pepper out of his eyes and looked up again, hands up in surrender.

"I'm sorry, man. I just wanted directions." he tried not to whimper.

"Oops," the man who had kicked him in the stomach muttered.

The pepper-spray man crouched down.

"I'm really sorry. I thought you were my stalker."

"Well, I can assure you the pepper-spray works." Dean groaned, rubbing his eyes even harder.

He felt a heavy hand land on his shoulder and he jumped, half-flinching away.

"I won't do it again, I'm sorry." the man tried to laugh, but it sounded strained. "Where you trying to go? I'll drive you and pay for lodging."

Dean's eyes finally cleared and he saw his attacker for the first time.

A dark haired man, in a tan overcoat, hued orange by the streetlight, and two brilliant blue eyes practically glowing out of his shadowed face.

"Uh." where was he meant to be going? Being sprayed, kicked and yelled tends to drives more important thoughts from your head. "Fremont?"

"Yup, I know where that is." the man stood, holding a hand out at Dean.

He was fairly sure this wasn't a trap, the man couldn't have known he was looking for directions.

So, slowly, he reached his hand up and clasped the other man's calloused hand.

"I'm Cas, by the way."

"Dean." he wobbled slightly, blinking again and staggered a few paces away from Cas, the kicking man and the woman who had defended 'Clarence' which Dean assumed was a nickname.

Everyone else had wandered back to the bar by this point, the calling of beer, pool and the football match on the flatscreen too much.

"I'm Meg and this is Gabriel. Sorry for yelling at you and Gabe is sorry for kicking you. Cas has been having trouble with this guy."

Dean shook his head, the smarting in his eyes fading.

"It's okay. I just wanted to know here my hotel is."

Gabe and Meg nodded and left, to go back to the pub or home, Dean didn't know. Gabriel left with a massive suggestive wink at Cas and darted his eyes between them both for several seconds, before Meg grabbed a handful of his hair and dragged him away.

Dean glanced up at Cas, who was bright red, despite the darkness.

"Sorry about them." Dean only shook his head and made a face to show he was indifferent to it.

He didn't like this man, despite how he was offering to drive him to his motel before it shut. Totally didn't like his tousled hair, or blue eyes, or how small he looked, swaddled in the overcoat, or how his lips were so pi- NOPE. Not going there. At all.

Anyway, a guy who looked like Cas would be taken, even if he wasn't straight.

Cas pulled a bunch of keys out of one of his pockets and threw them up in the air, looking out the corner of his eye at Dean.

"Well, shall we go?" he said softly, fixated on Dean's radiant green eyes.

"Of course." Dean replied, equally entranced and they began their walk back to Cas' car, a silence filled with darting sideway looks and blushing cheeks in the light of oncoming headlights down the quiet street.

I sprayed him with pepper spray, why on earth would he like me?

He sprayed me with pepper spray, why the hell do I like him so much?