When Dean read to him that night, Cas was smiling, more than he intended to. It happened to be the book came with some cd's that they listened to when the time was right. The book gave quick hints as to when to turn on each song. The music added a whole new layer to the depth of it, making Cas tremble when each chord hit. As if the book didn't have enough emotion already, this music solidified his love. What amazed him though, was that Dean kept reading. Cas tried not to notice the tears in Dean's eyes or the way his hand sat open, ready for Castiel to just place him palm down. He kept reading. Through the headache he must have been experiencing from scrunching his face so much and blurriness of his eyes, he never faltered in his steady, strong beat.

When he wasn't looking, Cas stared up at Dean. He stared at the slightly curved mouth that just barely held itself above a frown and pale pink lips. He stared at the short light hair and slightly scarred face that he had kissed so long ago. What he really saw though, was the eyes. The greenest eyes to ever be were so cloudy. They were fogbanks and Cas could not see the wonderful city that was Dean's mind. Dark bags hung under the red that encircled the green, only ever changing when he blinked.

I did this.

Yet those sunken eyes never faltered, and they just kept following marks around the paper, turning the ink marks into words. He turned them into ideas and images; grass smells and the highest apples from trees. He made it real. It felt amazing that it was real, but the most exhilarating part was that Dean was real. This fanfiction perfect man who always had a joke up his sleeve, fries in hand, and a heart of pure gold was his. His husband, no one else's. Cas smiled. My Dean. That's when he did the unexpected.

He snaked his arm between Dean's, rested his head on Dean's shoulder, and closed his eyes. He felt Dean shift a bit, stopping and putting his finger on the word he was on. If Cas was paying attention, he would have seen Dean just stare down at him in his gray shorts and Philadelphia t-shirt. His Cas. The Cas that had said 'I do' five times with glee before their sealed kiss. It was the Cas he knew would never do anything to hurt him.

"Like my father before me

I became leader of the Cimarron herd.

And with that honour

Came responsibility."

Dean didn't read much farther as Castiel was already lightly snoring on his shoulder.

Maybe tomorrow will be the day.

"So, Castiel, has your week been good?" Dr. Collins looked up at him, pen in hand. As expected, Cas didn't answer.

Dr. Collins nodded after a few moments, "Well, today I'd like you to just do some painting for me," Dr. Collins layed on the table a paper with some brushes and a set of the three primary colors plus black, "You and Dean read together, yes?"

Cas did actually nod this time.

"Good. Does that make you feel better."

Cas nodded again.

"Okay, very good. Anything that makes you happy makes me happy. So, what I want you to do is paint your book. It can be how it makes you feel, your favorite part, or even Dean reading it to you. Does that sound good?"

Cas replied by picking up the brush, picking the blue, and splashing it on the sheet. Dr. Collins nodded before looking at Dean, "and how would you say Castiel's week has been, ?"

Dean smiled, "I'd say pretty well. I can see he's really been trying to face his fear," Dean blushed, "uh last night he fell asleep on my shoulder while we were reading. That's a first since the.."

"You can say it, Mr. Winchester. You must also face it. I know this therapy is for him but I know you must recover too. Say it."

Dean sighed, "Since the trafficking." Dean saw a tremble go through Cas' body but he continued painting.

"Well I'm glad Cas is doing his homework. Don't worry, he will get better," stared at Dean with a very serious face, "He's strong, Mr. Winchester. I have no doubt he will fight through this."

Dean nodded, "Thank you, Dr. Collins. I really hope you're right."

When they got home, Dean hung the painting over their bed. It was Cas riding the Mustang known as Spirit, with Dean reading the book on the grass beside him. Dr. Collins had said that the book was obvously helping, and that both were doing well to try to recover.

Dean noticed something on Cas' side of the bed. The same map with the red line. This time though, it had the names of different landmarks or buildings along it. Trails, national parks, museums, or even just a quick sketch of a mountain or canyon. At the dot where the line started, their home, a small drawing of Dean's Impala sat, smoke coming from the back. He also realized that along the line, drawings of Spirit running, following the line were shown. Then he saw it. The line ended where the book took place.

"Cas?" Dean turned to the dark-haired man who was currently just standing and staring at the floor. Cas looked up.

"Is this a... road trip for us?"

It was crazy that Dean was even getting a response from Cas. What was even crazier though, was the excited nod Cas gave that complemented the smile on his face.

"You love the book that much?"

Cas stopped, sighing.

Dean stood up and walked over to him, "Ths looks awesome, angel. I would love to go on a roadtrip with you. Are you sure you're ready though?"

Cas stared at him with determination.

"Ready as you'll ever be, huh?" A small smirk sat on Dean's face, "This is why I married you, you know? My Castiel never gives up. We'll start planning tomorrow, okay?"

Cas seemed shocked at how quick Dean was to agree. He never thought his ideas since the incident had much value. He wanted Dean to know this is why he married him, for the adventurous brain the Winchester had.

Just like that, the Dean and Castiel Winchester Roadtrip was born, and nothing would ever be the same again.