A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. This story is a bit complicated to create sometimes, plus I'm testing in my school right now. So please enjoy this! This is a few months after the party and they've gotten to know each other a little better ;)

Many months later...

It felt like only yesterday Dean had been packing his bags for high school. Now he was doing the same thing, tucking his jeans into a cheap, ruddy, brown suitcase for spring vacation. John Watson had offered up his families summer house, so he, John, Cas, and Sherlock could spend their time there. It would be just them, and no adults for all of spring vacation. It would either be two weeks in heaven or hell.

He slammed his suitcase shut and picked it up. He glanced over his dorm room one last time before switching off the lights and slowly make his way down the hall. Many students had already left so he felt like a ghost passing through campus. He felt his doubt slip away when he saw his friends all waiting in his car, arguing and laughing with each other. Castiel sat in the front seat. Dean gulped.

Somewhere along the line of his school days, he had accepted the fact he had a crush on him. Dean knew this was going to be a long road trip.

He proceeded to pack his suit case in the trunk of his car. He looked over it one more time making sure Sherlock, John, and Cas's bags were there and then closed it. He hopped in the driver's seat and turned his head, "Is everyone settled?"

"If you could call it that." John said grumpily. Sherlock was spread out along the whole backseat, causing him to overlap the poor doctor, "What?" Sherlock asked with an eyeroll, "My legs are really long, I need to stretch them out."

"You're making me really uncomfortable!" John barked.

"Knowing you two, I'm guessing that means yes." Dean said with a sarcastic smile. He turned back to the wheel and started the car. Castiel put a hand on the hunter's shoulder, "Are you alright Dean? You seem a bit incognizant."

Dean blinked. Sometimes Cas would use big words that he'd barely understand. Then he remembered what the word meant, "Oh uh yeah. I um..." He felt heat rise to his cheeks. He was blushing. Just drive! He thought to himself. He pulled the car our of the parking lot, "Yeah." he finally whispered.

Cas nodded as if he hadn't noticed anything.

Dean swerved the car left. The sun was setting in the horizon and Sherlock and John were still bickering in the backseat. "Ow!" John exclaimed. "You wouldn't be in pain if you had moved your legs!" Sherlock retorted.

Dean didn't even want to know what was going on in the back so he zoned them out. He turned to Cas, "So, you've ever been on a good vacation?"

The blue eyed man man shook his head, "No. I never get out much."

"Trust me. It's a whole new experience," Dean started, "It's great. The smell of new land, the adventure of being in a whole new place, and the food is usually foreign so that'll be fun. Not to mention we're going to a cabin in next to a lake in the middle of nowhere. All sorts of hectic things could happen," Dean grinned. This made Cas laugh, "Yeah maybe. I'm just a sucker for familiar places."

Dean sighed leaning back in the leather seat, "I don't miss my old home at all, that's for sure."

Cas tilted his head, "Why not."

"Reasons."

"Reasons you want to share?"

"Not really." Dean said with a dominant huff. But inside he didn't feel so dominant. He suddenly felt a cool hand on his. Cas was smilling softly at him, "I understand."

"What the hell, John!" Sherlock cried out. "Sherlock I swear to god give it back!" John snapped desperately.

Their argument startled Dean and Cas so much that Cas ripped his hand away from Dean suddenly, leaving him a little disappointed. "Will you shut up back there?" Dean yelled. All the commotion seemed to stop. "Sorry." John said embarrassed. As if he hadn't thought they could hear them. Sherlock even seemed a little distraught, "Oh uh.."
Cas smiled back at them, "It's okay, just calm down."

John nodded, "Yah, hehe." He rubbed the back of his head nervously. Dean turned right, "Ok John, is this it?"

He had now already been miles off the road and was rolling the car into the woods on a very thin dirt path.

"Yes." John said as they approached a tall cabin. It was dark brown and looked well kept besides the fact it had the appearance of a stereotypical horror movie house, where the main character would get stabbed to death by a crazy psychopath who lived in the woods.

Before Dean could get out of the car, John reached out a hand and grabbed him by the side of his jacket, "What?" he mumbled.

"Is it okay, if I show Sherlock something by the lake? It's something a little personal so you can head in with Cas. Bedrooms are upstairs. There is only one, but it has four beds. Two queen sized, and two singles."

Dean nodded, "Sure. I'll take your stuff in too."

"Thanks." Sherlock and John got out of the car and they headed down to the lake.

Dean smirked at Cas, "Guess it's just you and me for the time being." He got out of the car. Cas slipped on his trench coat which he had taken off half way through the drive and crossed his arms. "It's a bit cold out."

Dean wanted to comfort him but he decided against it. It might get to awkward. He handed a few suitcases to Cas and then grabbed his own. The two made their way inside the cabin. It was dark besides the moonlight shining through the windows.

Dean found the light switch and the lights flickered a few times before completely turning on. Unlike most horror movies, the cabin didn't have any cobwebs, or dead bodies hanging around. There were pictures hanging on the walls and the table in the kitchen was made of marble. They even had a nice fridge. He looked around and realized he was alone. He made his way up the stairs and found the pale, blue eyed man throwing his suitcase on a single bed. Dean put his on a queen sized one. Says something about our personalities doesn't it Dean thought.

"These floors are really loud." Cas muttered throwing Sherlock and John's bags to the corner of the room. He made his way over to Dean and leaned his head against the bed post, his face inches from the hunter's. Cas was right, the floor was loud. Dean could hear every creak it made as Cas had slowly walked towards him. He gulped and looked down. "Yah I guess. Do you know what time it is?"

He tried to avoid Cas' smoldering glare, but he kept looking up and the blue gaze just sort of locked with his. "1:30am."

Dean nodded, "Oh. You heading to bed?"

Cas shook his head, "Nah. There's still a lot of things you can do at 1:30."

Dean smirked. He was now sure this was implied sexual tension, "Really? Do you mind showing me a few of them?"