A/N: Road trip! I don't really have much to say besides thanks to everyone who's read and/or reviewed so far. Enjoy!

Castiel headed back upstairs to take a shower before they left. He grabbed a towel out of the dresser in his room and his bathrobe and headed down to the bathroom at the end of the hall. The water was a little chilly like Dean had warned him it might be but he was in too good of a mood to let it bother him. He washed up quickly, wanting to get on the road. He was picking out a shirt, clad only in his boxers, when Dean barged in.

"Cas, man, what kind of- oh. Sorry, guess I should've knocked," Dean said, his cheeks red with embarrassment but he didn't turn away. Castiel quickly pulled on his bathrobe and tied it. He wasn't ashamed of his body, but this man was practically a stranger.

"Well, you're already in. What do you need?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah," Dean said, like he had been distracted. "Just wanted to know if you wanted something to eat before we left."

"I'm fine Dean, thank you."

"Well, I'll, uh, let you get back to whatever you were doing," Dean said, already starting to close the door. It clicked shut and Castiel waited until Dean's footsteps faded before he took off his robe again and got dressed.

When Castiel got downstairs, Dean was nowhere in sight and Sam was wiping down some empty tables. Castiel walked over to the younger Winchester and asked, "Where's your brother?"

"Last I saw he was out back getting the car ready. Just head through that door and go straight until you reach another door. That'll lead you out."

"Thank you Sam. It was nice meeting you."

"You too man," Sam said as he clapped Castiel on the shoulder. "Good luck!"

Castiel smiled and walked out the way Sam had told him. The first room was the kitchen. It was pretty clean, considering it seemed to be only the two boys working there. It was even fairly updated with stainless steel appliances and what looked like granite countertops. It was a nice room by anyone's standards. He kept on down the hallway, passing a few doors, two of which he assumed belonged to Sam and Dean. As he opened the door at the end of the hall, sunlight assaulted his eyes. By the time his eyes had adjusted to the bright light, Dean had come up and grabbed his bag.

"C'mon, let's get this show on the road," he said, throwing Castiel's suitcase into the trunk of his car.

"Hey! Careful, that was a gift," Castiel said, after he heard the heavy thump his bag made as it connected with the bottom of trunk.

"A suitcase? Who gives luggage as a present?"

"It's a Louis Vuitton."

"What?" Dean asked, complete confusion in his voice.

"A- You know what, nevermind."

"He named his bag, he's crazy," Dean mumbled, not loud enough for Castiel to hear.

Castiel walked towards the passenger side door. The car was shiny black and probably older than Castiel. It made him a little nervous.

"A 1967 Chevy Impala. Most beautiful car in the world," Dean said, confirming Castiel's notion that the car was old.

"We're taking this all the way to Seattle?" Castiel asked skeptically. "I don't want it breaking down in the middle of nowhere."

"Shh baby, don't listen to the mean man. He knows not what he says," Dean told the car. "She's not gonna fall apart. I rebuilt her myself. She's better than new. Just get in the car. She won't bite," he added when Castiel just kept staring at the car.

Castiel just sighed and got in, closing the door gently, just in case. Dean joined him a second later and threw Castiel a map.

"Two rules: Driver picks the music and no one but me drives this car. Got it?" Castiel nodded and Dean went on. "Also, I hope you know how to read a map."

Without waiting for a reply, Dean started the car and started driving. Castiel quickly began turning the map until it was finally right side up. This was going to be a mess. He started giving Dean directions, hoping they were right. About half an hour later they were on I-70 and Castiel didn't have to worry about directions for a while. Dean pushed in a random tape he'd found and Highway to Hell started playing. Castiel closed his eyes and sunk down in his seat a little. Of course Dean listened to classic rock. Castiel preferred calming music, classical in the realm of Mozart and Bach. Dean was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music as Castiel moved to turn the volume down a little. Dean glanced at him but let it slide, considering Castiel hadn't changed it or anything. Castiel was beginning to see how much Dean really did love his car.

Two hours later and Dean had made his way through ACDC and had moved on to Metallica. He had also started to eat a sandwich, offering one to Castiel, which he politely declined. Dean had just shrugged and bit into his.

"So, why are you headed to Seattle? I mean, I know your boyfriend's there and all but is there a specific reason?" Dean asked, after he'd swallowed the bite he was on.

Castiel turned away from his open window where he'd been watching the scenery fly by. It was nothing like seeing the city lights from up in the air, but it wasn't awful.

"I'm going to propose to Balthazar," Castiel said simply.

Dean choked a little on the bite he had just taken out of his sandwich. "Seriously?"

"Yes, I'm quite serious. We've been together for years now. I figured now's as good of a time as any."

"Why would you do that? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Why would you want to tie yourself down more?"

Castiel just glared at him, grabbed the sandwich out of Dean's hand and threw it out the window.

Dean just gaped at him as Castiel said, "It's not stupid. It's romantic."

Dean was still in shock when he said, "Romantic, really?"

Castiel was getting tired of this, so, already annoyed by the music, he pushed the eject button, took the tape out of the deck and threw that out of the window too. What he wasn't prepared for was Dean to slam his foot down on the break. Castiel was jolted forward, his seatbelt just barely keeping him from flying through the windshield.

"No one touches the music!" Dean yelled. He got out of the car and walked back towards where the tape should've landed.

"It's just a tape Dean," Castiel said, following Dean's lead and getting out of the car.

"Cas, I swear to god." Dean said, obviously still annoyed, as he continued his search.

Castiel took a deep breath and went back to the car. He leaned against it and waited for Dean to calm down. The man was overreacting. It was one tape and besides, he deserved it for being an ass.

If things kept going this way, Castiel might not even make it to Seattle.