Ugh I'm so sorry for how late this is I just... ugh

When Dean woke up the next morning, he just held Castiel. During the night he had rolled on to his back, but Castiel was still on his side, pressed into Dean, his head up on his chest, hand splayed over his belly. It'd be a good while before Castiel woke up, but Dean wasn't going to rush it. He was more than satisfied to just sit and watch him sleep, taking in everything about him that he could. From the way his hair flipped in every direction, to his hips that the blanket was draped low over; Castiel had him entranced.

He woke about a half hour after Dean, pressing his cheek harder into his chest. Dean brought his hand up to rest over the one on his stomach, and Castiel looked up. "How long have you been awake for?"

Dean looked over to his clock. "About a half hour."

Castiel squinted. "And what time is it?"

"11:40-ish…"

"Dean!" Castiel rolled over and sat up, shifting to look back at Dean. "You asshole!"

What? Dean furrowed his brows. "Huh? What was that for, Cas?"

Castiel raised and smacked his hand down on Dean's stomach. "You leave at.. at… what? Three… Three…"

"3:45."

"3:45!"

Dean blinked. "..And?"

"And? And!? And, Dean, you have to be there two hours early, right? That means you'd have to leave here at 1:45, and it takes about 40 minutes to get to the airport, so you have to leave at 1:05! And you have to shower- Dean, I have like, one hour left with you! how could you let me sleep through it?"

"Cas, baby," Dean soothed, trying to calm him down as he sat up, placing a hand on his back. "Cas. Calm down."

"Calm down? Calm down!? No! One hour is not enough fo-"

"Cas. Cas. Cas, baby. Shh." Dean leaned in, kissing him softly. "Shhh," he soothed between kisses, calming him the best he could. "It's not a big deal. You can come with me to the airport. I'll even try to get you to the gate. Now kiss me back because I don't want you to be mad at me."

Castiel kissed him. "But Dean," he muttered against his lips. "How could you let me sleep through the last of our time together for a while? I didn't want to miss it."

"Because you looked peaceful, and I didn't want you to be grumpy when I left. I know how you get in the morning." Castiel sent him a glare, but Dean rolled his eyes. He patted his lap. "Come here."

"No."

"Why not?" He patted his lap again.

"Because we're naked?"

"I don't care."

"I do."

"No you don't." Castiel bit his lip but succumbed to Dean's gentle rubs across his back, and he turned, straddling his lap. Dean pulled him closer, and he rested his head on his shoulder, wrapping his arm around him. Dean kissed at his shoulder, hands on his biceps. "See? Not so bad."

"I'm still mad at you."

"What can I do to make it better?" He kissed his shoulder again.

"Not leave."

"Oh baby, I wish I could." Castiel shifted closer to him, wrapping his arms more solidly around him, and Dean turned to kiss his neck. "More so, I wish you could come with."

"Me too."

"You can, if you want. I wouldn't stop you."

Castiel shook his head. "Kiss my neck again?" Dean did. "We need to shower. Or, at least you do. I don't intend to interact with society today."

"Do you want to shower with me?"

"Sure."

"Really?"

Castiel shrugged. "Or do that thing where you make the hot tub into a bath. I don't mind which."

Dean pulled back, pushing on Castiel's biceps to lean him back so he could see him. "Really?" Castiel nodded. "Let's make a bath so I can make out with you to classic rock."

"Dean, seriously?" he asked with a raised brow, though to him the idea seemed plenty appealing.

"Mhmm." Dean nudged Castiel, gesturing for him to move off his thighs. "Yeah. Come on, babe."

Castiel squinted his eyes but got off of Dean, waiting until he was at the edge of the bed, his feet dangling over the edge, before he attacked. He grabbed onto his shoulders, leaning in and biting his neck muscle right above his shoulder sharply. Dean reached across to cover one of Castiel's hands with a quite gasp at the dull pain, and Castiel broke his teeth away, kissing the spot.

"What was that for?"

Castiel pulled his hands off of Dean, sliding back and over to the edge of the bed opposite him, pulling the bed cover over his shoulders as he stood. "You called me babe," he explained as he walked out of the room, blanket dragging across the ground despite being wrapped around his tall frame. Dean shook his head and followed him out of the room. He took note of the blanketed man standing in front of the couch,flipping through the music channels on his way to the bathroom, and when he reemerged a few minutes later with bottles of soap, Castiel was sitting on the edge of the hot tub, blanket still wrapped around him, though very loosely. Dean paused, and Castiel took the opportunity to take in Dean's naked form, eyes scanning slowly up and down his body with a slight smile. He fidgeted, shifting the soap bottles in his hands before deciding he had had enough of Castiel's gaze, and hopped into the tub, smacking on the jets while he poured a generous amount of soap into the churning water.

Castiel watched him. "Why'd you get in? I was enjoying the sight."

Dean shrugged. "Not used to being looked at like that."

"Dean, I've looked at you more predatorily than that when you're fully clothed."

"I mean, appreciatively. You just, looked like you… I don't know."

Castiel smiled gently and stood, letting the blanket fall to the ground before sliding into the tub. He moved over to Dean, raising and hand, cupping his cheek as he kissed him softly. "I was looking at you like you were the most gorgeous man I've ever seen?" Dean dropped his head, staring down through the bubbly water at his lap, and Castiel knew he'd hit it head on. "That's the one thing I haven't done enough of; telling you you're beautiful." Dean flushed, and Castiel smiled, tilting Dean's face up to kiss him again. "You don't get told that much, do you?"

"Not like how you say it."

"And how do I say it?"

"Like you truly mean it."

Castiel's expression softened, and he finally sat down, choosing to straddle Dean's thighs. He held his face gently with both hands, looking him dead in the eyes. "God, Dean. Of course I mean it. And so does everybody else. It's not hard to see you're gorgeous."

Dean blinked slowly, shaking his head as much as he could with Castiel's hands holding it. "No, no. They mean as they think I'm hot. Sure, I have a pretty face, but that's all they're looking at because the rest is masked by the fact that I'm, I don't know… famous? I guess? I'm attractive to them because I have fame."

"You're attractive to them because you're attractive Dean," Castiel smirked, but he dropped it quickly. "But I know what you mean."

"They all have lists of musicians and movie stars they'd love to be with just because they're musicians and movie stars, and they'd just as soon dump them as soon as they fucked them or they ran out of fame. You look at me like there's no one you'd rather be with."

"Because there is no one I'd rather be with." Dean looked at him with timid disbelief in his eyes, but Castiel kissed that away. "It's true. In the two weeks I've known you, you've treated me with so much kindness, and care, and gentleness- Dean, I've never had that before. Ever. No one I've ever been with has treated me like you do, and it's only been two weeks! I think about how nice it is, and how on top of it all, I get your amazing fucking body all to myself, and you're right; I don't want anybody else."

Dean rolled his eyes. "My body's not that great."

"Yes it is, Dean."

"No."

"Just thinking about it turns me on. It's pretty great. Oh, and don't even get me started on your ass."

"You like my ass?" Dean asked with a quirk of a grin.

"Oh yeah. When we get into sex… I can't wait to bury myself in that fine fucking ass of yours." Dean blushed hard, and Castiel leaned in to kiss him. He took notice of the flush when he pulled away, and smiled. "You always blush when I talk dirty."

Dean bit his lip. "You're always really forward when you talk dirty."

"It turns you on though, doesn't it?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Pretty bad, too."

"Mmm," Castiel hummed, leaning in to kiss Dean. "Good. Now come on," he said, sliding off of his thighs, floating over to grab the soap. "Time to actually get clean." Dean pouted at him, but Castiel just tossed the soap bottle to him, dunking himself under the water for a minute. When he came back up, his hair was plastered to his forehead, and Dean laughed.

"Your hair is the best thing ever."

Castiel sent him the blankest stare he could manage, and moved back over to Dean, grabbing the soap, pouring some in his hand. "Get your hair wet," he ordered, lathering the soap up. Dean was tempted to argue against him, but Castiel didn't look like he was fucking around. Dean dunked himself under, and when he came back up, there were two hands in his hair instantly, massaging the soap into it. Dean closed his eyes and hummed, tipping his head back after a minute, enjoying the near-scalp massage. The hands in his hair slid down a moment later, rubbing across his stubble. Dean peeked open an eye.

"Cas, really?" Castiel grunted in response. "You're putting shampoo into my stubble?"

"I just wanted to touch your face."

Dean grinned, ducking himself out of Castiel's hands and under the water. He brought his hands up to rub the soap off of his face and out of his hair, then popped back up. Castiel was pouring more soap into his hand when he wiped the water out of his eyes. He lathered it and began scrubbing it into his hair, much to Dean's distaste. "How come you get to touch my hair and I don't get to touch yours?"

"Because you're gonna make it sexual, and make me gasp a lot, and nothing will get done."

"That's no fun."

Castiel sent him a stare, but Dean didn't waver, looking at Castiel with pleading eyes. With a sigh he gave in, sitting on one of the seats, dropping his hands from his head. "Whatever."

Dean grinned. "Really?" Castiel rolled his eyes, and Dean moved over to him, straddling his thighs, his fingers immediately running through his hair, brushing across his scalp. Castiel closed his eyes, lips parting open as he took a deep breath. Dean continued to massage his fingers through the bubbles in his hair, tugging occasionally on the dark strands, causing him to gasp. He kissed him when he was done, backing off of him so he could dunk himself under the water. His hair was once again plastered to his forehead when he came up, and Dean couldn't help but to laugh, causing him to pout.

"You always laugh at my hair."

"No I don't."

"Mhmm."

Dean kissed him to shut him up, and that was plenty enough for Castiel. They washed themselves individually and quickly, both realizing that Dean still had to pack and that they really didn't have much time. Opting to just wrap towels around their waists, they padded off to Dean's bedroom when they were done. Castiel redressed himself in his own clothes before following Dean into the closet, who had pulled on a pair of jeans. He dropped to his knees beside him, looking over his shoulder at the guitar inside the case he had open.

"That's the purple one you got when we went to that factory, isn't it?"

Dean nodded. "Mhmm. It's also the one I tried to teach you on when you came over the next day."

"I was so awful," Castiel remembered, smiling as he shook his head."

"Naw, you were just new."

"That translates to awful."

Dean shook his head. He paused a moment, then closed the case, snapping the clasps shut. "Tell you what," he started, turning to face him, sliding the case around his knees and to Castiel's feet. "You take this and actually learn to play. You can show me how good you're getting over Skype while I'm gone."

Castiel's eyes were wide. "No."

"Well take the guitar anyway. Maybe you'll want to learn to play once I'm gone."

"No," Castiel shook his head, eyes still wide. "No as in I don't want it, and I refuse to take it."

"Well then what am I supposed to do with it? I'm not leaving it in the hotel room."

Take it with you," he responded, pushing the case back to Dean, but it was just pushed right back. "You know, on tour," he finished, pushing the case once again only to have it returned to his feet again.

"I don't want to take it with me. I want you to have it."

"Dean," he warned.

"What?" he asked, turning completely to look at Castiel. "Why won't you accept anything I try to give you?"

"Because the jacket is your icon, and guitars are expensive."

"And I don't need another expensive guitar, and I don't want the damn jacket anymore. Just take them both."

"No."

"Then I'll just leave them here."

"The hotel will send them to you."

"Then I'll throw them away, or have Georgia donate them to something."

"Why are you being so stubborn about this?" Castiel asked, smacking his hands on to the ground in frustration.

"Because you having them means a hell of a lot more to me than I'd like to admit!"

They were locked in a stare-down, Castiel's eyes gradually softening, though Dean's remained hard despite the fact he really wasn't angry. It took about 30 seconds for Castiel to give up, and launch himself at Dean, crashing their lips together, knocking him onto his back. He cupped his face, kissing him hard despite how awkwardly his body was draped over Dean's, but the other didn't seem to care, hands coming up to rest on wherever he could reach, one landing right above his hip, the other up near his wrist.

When Castiel broke away, Dean smiled lazily up at him. "What was that for?"

"What do you mean about it meaning a lot to you?"

Dean sighed. "I want us to last, Cas. I do. I guess you having my stuff makes it more… solid, to me. I mean, you're worried about me going off with someone else while on tour, right?" Castiel nodded. "Well I worry about you doing the same to me."

"I wouldn't."

"Neither would I. But it doesn't stop the worry. I just like that if you miss me like I know I'm going to miss you, you can just put on my jacket, or play with the guitar, and you won't feel so alone, I guess…"

"But you don't have any of my stuff, Dean," Castiel said softly.

"Yeah I do."

Castiel squinted his eyes, cocking his head to the side. "What stuff?"

"I have your pants and two of your shirts, including the AC/DC one with the blood on it- well, blood stains. I have one of those bears I won you at the fair, too. The one with the glasses."

"You took the nerdy bear?"

"Yeah, 'cause it reminded me of you."

Castiel squinted his eyes more. "I'm not nerdy."

"But you're in school. Same thing. Also I think I have a pair of your boxers."

Castiel's retort died on his tongue, his lips parted open in mild shock. "You have a pair of my boxers?"

"Yeah. I know you have a pair of mine."

"Two, actually," Castiel muttered.

Dean grinned. "Why are you so shocked I have one of yours?"

"Just the thought of why you'd even want something of mine."

"Like an extension of why I'd even want you?" Castiel almost looked guilty for even thinking such a thing as he nodded. Dean's eye softened. "Kiss me." He did. Dean held tightly on to his wrist, keeping him in the kiss as long as he could. He spoke again when Castiel broke away. "You gotta get out of that mindset, Cas. I want you. I don't have to have a reason for wanting you. You just have to trust that I do, more than anybody I've ever been with before. Okay?" Castiel nodded. "Okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay, good," Dean grinned. "Now kiss me, then help me pack."

He did just that. It went smoothly, Dean packing his two cases, one that had previously held his pants and shoes now had his dirty clothes and some of Castiel's clothes, and the other had all of his clean clothes. It was nearly time for Dean to leave, and the two of them had begun dragging all of Dean's things down. When they were downstairs, Dean's manager was just walking in the door along with another man, much older than him. Dean dragged Castiel over to the pair. "Hi," he greeted them.

"Hey Dean," his manager responded, pulling Dean into a half hug. He turned to the new guy. "This is Gerard. He's my driver, but he'll be your replacement while you're in the states, you'll have another in europe, and we'll get you a new permanent one."

Dean nodded, shaking hands with the man while Castiel stayed close to his back, one hand holding onto a suitcase, the other curled into Dean's jacket, pulling it back off his abdomen. Dean looked back at him. "What're you doing baby?" he asked quietly

Castiel looked at him with big eyes, and Gerard butted in. "And who is this?"

"Castiel," he muttered, holding out his hand from behind Dean.

Gerard took it, narrowing his eyes. "What was that?"

"Castiel," he muttered again. Gerard raised an eyebrow in question.

"Cas, babe, you're being too quiet," Dean told him, slipping his arm around him as he turned to Gerard. "Castiel. He's my boyfriend," he explained.

Gerard didn't seem too pleased with that, but he didn't comment. He just gave Castiel's hand another shake and dropped it. There was a strained silence, and Dean was grateful for his manager, who butted in. "Why don't you two go up and get the rest of Dean's things, and we'll get them into the car."

Dean nodded and made to leave, but Castiel was already pulling him away, causing him to stumble over his feet as he caught back up to him. He wrapped his arm solidly back around him, walking fast to keep up with him. He turned on him when they got in the elevator. "What the hell was that about, Cas?"

"I don't know."

"Bullshit."

Castiel sighed. "It's just weird to trust one of your drivers again. I mean, James tried to fucking kill me! That's a lot to get over."

"Oh baby," Dean turned, placing his hands lightly on Castiel's hips. "Gerard's like, what? 60-something? Almost 70? Cas, he's not gonna try to kill you, or me."

"How do you know that?"

"They go through background checks and everything." The doors dinged open, and Dean pulled him out of the elevator, though stayed in the hall to finish talking.

"Well I bet you didn't think James would go bat-shit on you, and he must've passed that background test."

"No, he didn't."

"Then how'd he become your driver?"

"I requested him."

Castiel paused. "What?"

"Yeah," Dean nodded, stepping closer to Castiel. "I requested him."

"Why?"

"Because I knew him when we were young. We met again when I got into this business, he was one who came to say goodbye. He was 18 and his parents kicked him out. He was alone and didn't have a job, so I asked him if he wanted to be my driver. He had to go to these… classes, I guess. Defensive driving, but after that, all I had to do was ask my manager for him."

Castiel was quiet for a moment. "So you did a good thing for him, and he turned on you?" Dean nodded, and Castiel leaned in, kissing him softly. Dean tightened his hands on his hips, and he broke away. "Come on," he nudged his nose against Dean's cheek. "Let's get the rest of your stuff."

They did so easily, the only thing left being Dean's guitars. He had his favorite one along with the four he had bought, and he carried three of them down, leaving two to Castiel. They walked them out to the car, putting them in the trunk before situating themselves in the back, sitting obnoxiously close to each other. Dean's arm was behind Castiel's back, holding him close, other hand on his cheek, keeping his face close. Castiel's arm was between Dean's small and the seat, his other hand on his thigh. They were bumping noses together, sharing barely-there kisses until Gerard came out to drive them to the airport. He slid up the privacy window without a second thought, and neither of them really complained. It gave them free access to do what the wanted to each other, and by the time they arrived at the airport, Castiel's hair was a decent mess, and both of their shirts were rumpled, Dean's slid half up his abdomen. they both had hickeys on their necks, but they pretended they weren't there, despite the few people that pointed at Dean, taking pictures of the two of them walking into the airport.

When they got up to the ticket counter, Dean asked about Castiel coming in.

"I'm sorry, sir. He can't go past security without a ticket."

Dean reached back, pulling out his wallet. "How much for the next flight that puts him in.. in…" Dean reached forward for his ticket, looking at the information. "Terminal C."

"557 for the next flight out of C, and that's to Denver. But I'll have you know that buying tickets at the airport with a near demand to get into a specific is cause for alert, and you very well may be stopped at security."

Dean paused. "Why?"

"Why will you be stopped?" They both nodded. "It's not often thing like this happen, and so anytime a ticket is bought at the airport, it brings attention to the purchaser. You can go online to purchase one, but it's unlikely seats will turn up, being so close to the departure. You're also showing a strong desire to be in terminal C. I shouldn't even sell you a ticket based on that, but I feel you're not planing anything wrong. Security wouldn't feel the same way."

"So what would happen?"

"The holder of the ticket would be detained for questioning."

Dean scowled at her, but put his wallet away. He grabbed his ticket, letting Gerard finish checking his bags through, and pulled Castiel with him, hand securely around his waist.

"That's so fucking stupid," Dean muttered when they got to the back of the obnoxiously long security line.

"It's not big deal, Dean. It only would have gotten us another… what, hour?" Castiel said in attempt to calm him, his hand slipping under his jacket and shirts, rubbing his hand in small circles against his bare skin.

"Well it would have been another hour before we had to say goodbye, wouldn't it have?"

"Dean, shh." The line was moving faster than either than them would have liked, shortening their time even more. There was a hold up when they got to the start of the conveyor belt, and Dean shucked off his shoes quickly, tossing them into the tray along with his wallet and bag, and turned to Castiel, grabbing his face, kissing him with remorse. Castiel's hand was still under his shirt, and he splayed his fingers out flat against his skin, pressing their bodies closer as his other hand went up to fist in his hair. There were a few groans from behind them, but they didn't pull away until the line started to move again, and it was only because the people behind them were getting irritated. Castiel had to duck out of the line, and he was biting his lower lip hard, standing just outside the rope, holding Dean's hand for as long as he could. The guy twoin front of Dean had to mess with his things, and Dean took the opportunity to turn and hug Castiel over the rope, the seatbelt-like material pressed between their thighs as they held each other close. Castiel had his arms around Dean's waist, and one of Dean's hands was on Castiel's neck, the other on his ass.

"I'm gonna miss you so much, baby. So, so much."

"I'm going to miss you too, Dean," he whispered, fingers fisting in his shirt.

Dean held him another moment before breaking the hug, reaching back to the conveyor belt to grab his jacket. He wrapped it around Castiel's shoulders, holding the lapels tightly as he pulled him in to kiss him. "You're gonna keep this, okay?" he told him when he broke the kiss. "No arguing with me."

"Dean, you need it-"

"No arguing with me."

Castiel bit his lip, and the lady behind Dean cleared her throat. Both Castiel and Dean glared at her, spitting out a synchronized "Shut up and go around, asshole," to her. She responded that she couldn't, and Castiel told her to "Just shut up, then."

He turned his attention back to Dean when he was done, worrying his lip again. "Okay," he agreed, wiggling the jacket about to slip his arms into the sleeves. "Okay… I feel like crying."

Dean kissed him again." Don't cry, baby, okay? I'll see you soon." He looked over at the security guards, who were growing more impatient by the moment, one even tapping her foot. Dean turned back to Castiel. "Okay, I really need to go baby." He leaned in, kissing Castiel one more time, both of the making the most out if it that they could. They both whimpered when they broke apart, Castiel holding on to Dean's hand until he could anymore as he walked to the metal detector. Once he was through, that was it.

Castiel didn't move, however, until Dean had his shoes back on, and his wallet back in his pocket. He slung his bag over his shoulder, and turned back to look at Castiel. He waved, sadness in his eyes, and Castiel bit his lip, waving weakly back at him. They stayed in the lock until security told Dean he needed to move, and with one final wave, he was gone.

He took a moment to collect himself, closing his eyes and fisting his fingers into Dean's leather, looking up at the ceiling, willing himself not to cry. The feeling passed soon enough, and he turned to trudge out, ready to hail a taxi. Gerard caught up to him before he was even out of the glass doors.

"You need a ride, kid?"

"Don't you have a flight to catch?" he asked as he pushed out of the doors, stepping into the warm air.

Gerard shook his head. "No. I don't leave for another four hours with Dean's manager. So, how about that ride?"

"That's be nice," he muttered in response, and Gerard clapped him on the shoulder.

"Just give me a minute." True to his word, Gerard pulled up a minute later, and Castiel climbed into the back. It was quiet for the first five minutes, but then Gerard spoke up. "I knew you weren't gonna go with him. You left your bag in the back."

Castiel furrowed his brow. "I never even had bags to put in the car."

Gerard shrugged, falling quiet until he had merged onto the freeway. "Well, Dean told me it was yours."

Castiel furrowed his brows closer together, head cocking slightly as he thought of what Dean could have left behind. Then it hit him. "Oh that asshole."

Gerard looked at him through the rearview mirror. "What was that?"

"Oh nothing," Castiel muttered. "I just think I know what Dean left."

Gerard humphed, and the rest of the ride passed in silence, the radio the only thing making a sound. When the car came to a stop outside of Castiel's apartment, he hopped out, immediately going to the trunk. Gerard popped it open for him. The black case inside looked all too familiar, and Castiel popped it open. Sure enough, there sat the purple guitar, and sheaf of paper from the hotel's notepad with nothing but a smiley face on it. Castiel pulled a face, reaching back for his phone. He pulled it out and snapped a picture of the guitar, the notepad the focus of the snapshot, sending it to Dean.

Cas:

1 picture message 3:38p.m.

Miss you already, ass. 3:38p.m.

Dean's phone buzzed in his hand just as he was about to shut it off, and he slipped it out, shifting about to read so as to not bother the business woman beside him. He grinned at the message.

Dean:

Miss you, too. 3:40p.m.

Also digging the new pet name. 3:40p.m.

A flight attendant came by then, asking Dean to shut off his phone. He held up his finger, signaling to her that it'd just be one more minute. She sent him a look, but continued down the aisle and back to the coach passengers. Dean watched her leave before typing out one more message.

Dean:

I've got to go now, baby. Plane's taking off. 3:42p.m.

I miss you so much already. 3:42p.m.

So, so much. 3:43p.m.

I'll see you soon. 3:43p.m.

And that's the end! Well, except for the last chapter that's not-really-another-chapter-but-not-really-a-epilog ue-either thingy.

Also I know I said I'd have this out in one week if it didn't have the epilogue in it, but I got distracted, and it was so hard for me to start this, but once I got into it I banged it out in like, 2 nights, so yay! Uhhh, I'd say expect the epilogue and the first chapter of the sequel within the week, but school ends Friday, and I start work Saturday, uhhh, but I have all tomorrow and Friday to work on it, so... we'll see!

Also do you know how much I love classic rock? And classical? And Breaking Benjamin? And My Darkest Days? And hard rock? And pop? And punk-rock? And classic rock?

Okay, so story time. I was driving my brother back from open gym today, and I went to turn onto a road, and this fucking person... oh my god, so to start, they were on the wrong side of the road. Usually people only do that in my town when they're turning left, but this person was going right, r the direction I was coming from. So, anyway, I started to turn, and I had to go onto the wrong side of the road, AND THE PERSON STARTS TURNING AS SOON AS I DO and I was like nO SToP DOnt hIT MY JeeP pLZ and then I flipped them off and honked at them and then hauled ass home because I was afraid they'd follow me like that one time it happened in L.A...

Anyway, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed this! Let me know what you think, and what you'd like to see in the sequel so I can work it in provided it fits!

:)