Dean decided to take Cas with him. He was the only one he knew besides Ellen, Jo, and Gabe. But they all had duties to do at the camp.
They both were about ten minutes away from the camp by now. Cas occasionally would start to hum an old tune, only to be stopped by the glare of Dean.
When they decided to take a break it was already night. They found a small, metal house that was probably someone's old base.
Dean managed to pick the lock and they both went inside.
The inside of the house only had one, large room. The room had a couch, a tv, a radio, a couple cabinets, and a sleeping mattress with a couple of blankets.
Dean rummaged through the cabinets, eventually he pulled something out and he had a wide grin on his face. "What do you want? Beans, tuna, or both?" He asked Cas.
Cas scrunched his nose, "Beans, the tuna's probably old."
Dean shrugged and put the tuna back.
"Do you think this thing still works?" Cas asked as he pulled out an old, dusty record player.
"Woah, I haven't seen one of these baby's in a while," Dean said as he walked over to it and slid his hand among the top. "Any good records?" He asked.
Cas knelt down to the cabinet and shuffled through some of the records. His ass was showing just a little and Dean felt himself staring.
"Let's see, he has Nirvana, The Animals, Elvis, a bunch of old stuff," he said.
Dean frowned, "How about Nirvana?" He asked.
Cas nodded and pulled it out. He took it out of the case and put it on the table.
He placed the needle down and the song "Smells Like Teen Spirit" started playing.
Cas was humming along.
Dean, on the other hand, was opening the can of beans with a knife. When he was done he took it outside and built a small fire, luckily there were no zombies insight.
After a while Cas came outside. Dean was cooking the beans inside a pan he found in the house.
Cas sat down on the ground near the fire. "You're pretty skilled, considering," Cas trailed off, he didn't want to say what he was thinking.
"Considering?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow as he stirred the beans. The song "Polly" was now playing.
"Never mind," Cas said quickly.
Dean rolled his eyes, "Come on, you started to say it, you have to finish," he said, playfully poking Cas.
Cas looked inside of the house, at Lily. He bit his lip, "Considering you're good looking. I mean, everyone who's good looking like you is usually dumb as a bag of door nails," Cas said.
Dean smiled as he took the beans off the fire, "Dinner's done," he said as he walked inside the house and put the beans down on the counter.
"Really? All you say is dinner is done?" Cas asked in a some what joking way.
Dean shrugged and looked at Cas, "What more is there to say?" He practically whispered in Cas' ear.
"Oh, I don't know, thank you?" He said sarcastically.
Dean smiled and rolled his eyes, "You talk to much," he said jokingly as he put his hands on Cas' waist.
Cas jumped a little.
"I love this song," Dean said as he pulled away and bobbed his head to "Come as you are." "No Metallica records though?" He asked.
Cas frowned, "You sure do change moods a lot," he mumbled.
Dean grinned and shrugged, "It runs in my family," he said jokingly.
Cas smiled, "So you're just going to put your hands on my waist, pull me close to you, and not kiss me?" He asked, changing the subject.
Dean grinned and grabbed him by the waist and pulled him close, "Would you like me to?" He whispered.
Cas nodded and bit his lip.
Dean slowly leaned in. He placed his lips against Cas' and bit his lip, then pulled away.
"You good now?" He asked jokingly.
Cas rolled his eyes and playfully pushed him. "You are such a mood killer," he laughed.
Dean laughed too. He poured them both a bowl of beans and sat down at the couch.
"I really wish the tv worked, I miss tv," Dean said.
Cas nodded in agreement.
Dean put his empty bowl down and scooted closer to Cas. "I take that back."
Cas frowned, "Take what back?" He asked.
"About you talking a lot, you seem to only talk when you want to," Dean said.
Cas shrugged, "I'm just thinking," he said as Lily jumped on his lap. He stroked her small chin.
Dean smiled, "Well, get some sleep, we're leaving as soon as possible tomorrow," Dean said.
Cas nodded and walked over to the blow up mattress. He crawled under the blanket, it reminded him of the day he spent inside the small room with Lily. He was cold and he was curled into a ball.
After a while Dean walked over to him, he didn't like seeing him shiver in the cold.
He slid under the covers and wrapped his arms around Cas, warming him.
Eventually they both fell asleep.
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When Cas woke up Dean was sitting on the couch with a book in his hands.
Cas yawned and wrapped the blanket around him as he got up.
"Mornin' sunshine," Dean said with a large grin on his face.
Cas smiled and sat next to him. He looked at the book he was holding. It was To Kill a Mockingbird.
Cas raised an eyebrow, "You're reading that?" He asked.
Dean shrugged, "I got bored and this was the only decent book I could find," he said as he tossed the book on the floor.
Cas nodded and yawed again. He rested his head against Deans chest and mumbled, "Can we go in a couple more minutes?"
Dean nodded.
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When Cas woke up Dean somehow managed to carry him back to the mattress. Also, he had a gun thrown at him.
"They're surrounding us!" Dean said as he frantically searched through his duffel bag for more ammo.
Cas got up quickly and looked out the small window. There were about ten zombies. But with the other sides too there were probably forty or fifty.
"What do we do?" Cas asked.
"You open a window, aim for the head, and pull the trigger," Dean said as he pulled the trigger four times.
Cas did as told and shot two.
They kept shooting and Lily ran under the couch. Dean closed the window.
"Lock your window," he said to Cas.
Cas pulled the window down and locked it shut.
"There's to many, we have to wait them out, or else we'll run out of ammo," Dean said.
Cas nodded. He didn't know what to do. "Dean, I'm scared," he said as he sat next to him
"It's ok," Dean soothed, "I won't let them hurt you," he said quietly as he hugged Cas.
Cas always felt safe in his arms. As if he was wearing padding in a room that had everything he needed to survive in and nothing that could harm him.
Cas let out a shaky breath, "How long?"
