'Dean?'

Dean snapped out of his trance.

'Yes Cas?'

'Do you listen to this band a lot?'

'ACDC? Yeah, I listen to them a lot.'

'Are they your favourite band?'

'Hmm... no.'

'What's your favourite band?'

'Uh... Led Zeppelin.'

Cas nodded.

'What's with all the questions?' Dean asked.

'Oh, well, I hope you don't mind Dean. I just want to know more about you, that's all.'

Dean smiled.

'Well why are you asking the questions can't I ask a few?'

'Of course you can.'

'Okay then.'

Pine trees began to quickly pass the windows.

'What is your favourite food?'

'Uh... burgers.'

'Bacon cheeseburgers?'

'They're okay.'

'Okay next question... are you single?'

Cas grinned.

'Why do you want to know?'

'I'm just wondering.' Dean said with a cheeky tone.

'Yes. I'm single.'

Dean nodded and raised his eyebrows.

'Why, do you find that surprising?'

'A little. Okay- what are you afraid of?'

'Women. Next question.'

'What!?'

'Nothing!'

'No tell me!'

'I get very nervous around women.'

'But that's not a fear.'

'Okay okay... I'm very afraid of being in, dark forests. With big trees and noises and... it just creeps me out.'

Dean frowned and nodded.

'Do you know why?'

Cas sighed.

'My Dad used to be a sort of, ranger. Looking after the forest. You know. The place really creeped me out. It was only a short time ago that I found myself lost in the same area. I had to sleep there for the night. It wasn't good. It wasn't good Dean.'

'Your Dad was a ranger?'

'Yes, he was for a while.'

'So what does he do now?'

'To be honest I'm not sure. He left the family when I was eight years old. Took right off.'

'I'm sorry.'

'It's okay. Don't worry about it. What about your Dad?'

'He moved Sam and I around a lot. We never really settled down anywhere. He was always losing his job. But he'd tell Sam and me that he quit. We knew the truth though. We always knew what was going on.'

'And... your mother?'

'She died a long time ago. That was why we moved away from Lawrence in the first place.'

'But you're going back there again?'

'Well, it's my home. It'll always be my home. I go there a few times a year you know? Stand outside the house, see who lives there.'

Cas looked sad.

'Are you okay?' Dean asked.

'Are you?'

Dean frowned.

'It was tough but- it's a lot easier now Cas.'

'Good. I'm glad to hear that.'

Dean smiled.

Castiel and Dean walked into the diner and found a booth to sit in.

'So what would you like?'

Cas looked over to the menus up on the wall.

'I'll have a diet coke with pancakes.'

'I don't know if they're still doing breakfast.'

Dean raised his hand for a waiter and one came over.

'What would you like today?'

'Hi uh- are you by any chance still cooking from the breakfast menu?'

'Well, sure we are.'

'Okay then.' Dean looked over to Cas. 'Two pancakes, two diet cokes.'

'Sure...' the waiter wrote down their order then left.

'No pie?' Cas asked.

'No pie. I feel like pancakes.'

'So have you ever been here before?'

'I think I came here early last year on my way up to Lawrence.'

'Dean?'

'Yeah?'

'What exactly are you doing in Kansas City?'

'Told you. Meeting with Benny.'

'Doing what?'

Dean exhaled through his teeth.

'Things.'

'Is he your boyfriend?'

'What?'

'Is he your boyfriend?'

'I know what you said Cas I- what makes you think he's my boyfriend?'

'You're being very vague about exactly what you're doing. Perhaps you feel embarrassed about it?'

'No I, Cas. Benny and I are friends.'

The waiter brought two cups of coffee over and they began to drink in silence. Dean then brought his cup quickly down to the saucer and put his elbows up on the table.

'And how did you know I was-'

'Gay?'

'Yes.' Dean leaned forward. 'Gay.'

Cas continued to drink his coffee.

'Oh,' Dean then began, 'and where's your handbag?'

Cas's eyes opened in shock and his put his cup down.

'Where are the car keys?'

'Why what's wrong?'

'Have you locked the car?'

'Yes, I've locked the car.'

'Are you sure?'

Dean huffed, slid out of the booth and left the diner. He went outside to the parking lot, put the key in the driver's door and turned it as Cas looked through the window at him. Dean opened the door, shut it, then put the key in and turned it again. He opened the car door handle, and sure enough, it was locked. He raised his eyebrows and bowed to Cas.

'Okay! Fine!' He could see Cas mime.

When he went back inside, there was a plate of pancakes where he was sitting.

'Sweet lord.' He said as he slid into the booth.

They began to eat their 'dinner' and enjoy the atmosphere of the diner. When finished, they went to the motel next door to get a room to sleep in for the night.

Cas stood outside in the cold with his brief case whilst Dean paid for the room.

'Cas!' Dean came out holding up a key with the number '15' on it. 'What are you doing out here? It's so cold!'

'I thought I would just- stand here.'

'Well come on! We have a room!'

They entered the room and collapsed onto the bed. 'It feels so nice to be on the bed.' Cas thought. 'Comfy bed.' Then he realised. 'Bed.'

'Dean?' He asked, sitting up. 'There's only one bed.'

Dean sat up and looked at the bed.

'Oh. Right. This was the last room.'

'It was?'

'Yeah. Guy had to give me the room with the queen bed.'

Cas patted the soft covering then grabbed the remote control on the bed side table and turned on the T.V.

'I guess we'll just have to make do.'

Dean stretched and yawned.

'Come on Cas I have to get my four hours.'

'Four hours? Come on Dean you can't be in that much of hurry.'

'Well, I am. I'm sorry Cas. I really have to get to Kansas City.'

'I know I know. Benny- friend stuff.' Cas sighed and turned the T.V off. Dean sat up and pulled his t-shirt off. Cas's eyes widened. Next he unzipped his jeans and tugged them off, and then he put his legs underneath the covers of the bed and shuffled under. Cas took his trench coat off and awkwardly stood there. He looked over at Dean, who was facing the other way on his side.

'Cas what are you doing?' He said with a muffled voice.

'Uh- I'm undressing myself.' Cas took his pants off. Dean huffed and stepped out of bed.

'Come on Cas!' He walked over to him on the other side of the bed and helped him out. Dean untied Cas's tie then unbuttoned his shirt.

'Dean you really don't have to-'

'No. It's fine. Really.'

Dean held Cas's arm and tugged off the sleeve then did the same to the other arm. So there Cas and Dean were, standing in front of each other, wearing only underwear.

'Bed.' Cas mumbled.

Dean groaned then went back into the bed. Cas did the same and turned the lamp off at the bedside table.

'Do you want to talk Dean?'

'There's nothing to talk about.'

There was five seconds of silence.

'Okay.' Cas replied. He turned to face the other way and closed his eyes. Dean began to breathe in with a steady rhythm and Cas couldn't help listening to him. Dean turned around to face Cas then slowly moved forward and snuggled into Cas's back. Dean entwined his legs with Cas's and fell asleep. Cas smiled, enjoyed the moment, then he too fell asleep.

Dean woke up to the morning sun and the warmth of Cas's head on his shoulder. He looked down at his peaceful face then smiled. Without waking him, he lightly touched Cas's hair. After a little while, Cas began to stir and he revealed his shining blue eyes. He looked up at Dean and smiled.

'Hi Dean.'

'Mornin' Cas.'

They both dressed themselves then went to the diner to eat breakfast. This time, they didn't have pancakes, but bacon and eggs.

'So how did you sleep?' Dean asked, smiling.

'I slept... good.'

'Someone was up against me I think.'

'I could say the same thing.'

They took the room key back to the motel, then went to the Impala and drove away. Dean played loud Blue Oyster Cult and like their first car ride together, Cas tried to sing along.

'No no no.' Dean said. 'It's but I live to see those rays slip away.'

Cas didn't care about what Dean said. He was singing it his own way. Dean was dying of laughter.

'You... you're distracting me! I'm tryna' drive here!'

Cas sang loudly.

'Oh no!' Dean shouted jokingly. 'Make it stop!'

For the next hour, they sang, laughed and ate pop rocks. Until of course, Cas was tired and fell asleep. Dean looked over to him and smiled at how cute he looked.

'Little Cas..' he murmured.

Castiel woke up to see a large lake surrounded by pine trees. He opened the car door and saw Dean, sitting on a post looking out at the water.

'Are you okay Dean?'

Dean smiled and turned to Cas.

'Sleepy head.'

Cas grinned and went over to sit on the post next to him.

'Sorry I was so close to you last night.'

'It's okay. It was a cold night.'

'I really shouldn't be getting so... attached to you.' Dean said, smiling.

'Why's that?'

'Because soon we're going to part and possibly never see each other again.'

Cas looked out to the sky's reflection on the lake and shrugged.

'That's okay.'

Dean sighed.

'I like you Cas.'

'I like you too Dean.'

'So will we keep in touch?'

'I don't know.'

'Well why can't we?'

'Because Dean.'

'Because why?' Dean was beginning to sound upset.

'I'm sorry Dean it's just- I don't want to get involved.'

'With me? Because of my life?'

'No Dean, it's not like that.'

'Then what is it? I really like you Cas. And I know that you like me too.'

'I have too much stuff in my life.'

'And that makes you so special? That makes you fragile? I've had shit in my life too Cas but that's not stopping me.'

'Dean it's complicated.'

'I'm just trying to put myself out there Cas. I'm just trying to have someone again. I need someone Cas. The past week- it's been so difficult. With my Dad...'

'So what, you just love me until you're fine then leave me?'

'That's not what I meant!'

'You need someone just like I need to get back to the car.'

Cas stepped down and went back to the Impala. He opened the door, slid in, and closed it.

For the rest of the drive, they barely talked to each other. Every now and then Dean would glance at Cas to see what he was doing, but he would only stare out of the window, holding the brief case close to him. Dean frowned and finally spoke up.

'And why don't you put that fucking brief case down?'

Cas frowned and turned his head to Dean.

'No.' He turned his head back to the window.

Dean felt very guilty. In fact, he just felt like an asshole. Cas didn't want to have a relationship, and he should have respected that. Dean had told Cas almost everything, but Cas still had secrets that Dean assumed he would never hear. He wanted to hug him and apologise, but it wasn't that simple. Why did he have to take it so far? Maybe if he hadn't shown attraction to Cas he wouldn't have been in the mess to begin with.

Cas was upset. He really thought Dean would listen to him. But now, he had lost the one good thing he had. Dean hated him, and Cas would never be given the time to apologise. Whenever he looked into Dean's eyes he saw pain and anger. How he wanted to just see through those green eyes and really find out what was mentally tormenting Dean. But it was too late. He would go into Kansas City, find the airport and deliver the package. And that would be the end. Dean would go to Lawrence and Cas would fly to Sioux Falls to drive his car home.