His eyes flew open, feeling his head hit the window.

"Son of a bitch! Watch where the fuck you're going asshole!" He heard his boyfriend, Dean, yelling at another driver.

He groaned, squinting his eyes a little, trying to adjust to the sunlight.

"Oh. You're finally up sleepyhead." Dean said, grinning at him.

"Keep your eyes on the road."

"Okay." He turned back around. "You're going to have to drive soon. I've been up since we left town."

"How long was I asleep for?"

"For about twelve hours. You've been out like light since 4 AM. Its now 3 in the afternoon."

Roman looked out the window, seeing that they were on a highway. Surrounded by nothing but lots of endless grass and cornfields.

"You know, I was ready to kick Seth's ass last night..."

"For what?" Dean asked.

"He was hitting on you. Kept trying to dance with you last night."

"I didn't really notice him. I was too busy paying attention to you."

Roman let out a light chuckle. "You kissed him last night."

"What? No I didn't."

"Yes, you did. I saw him. It looked like he had his tongue in your mouth."

"Gross."

"Well, you seemed to be enjoying it."

"Roman! You know I would never cheat on you."

"I don't blame you, I blame him. He took advantage of you while you were drunk. I'm going to kick his ass when we get back."

"Oh god, please don't. He's my friend. I'm sure he didn't mean it."

"Yeah, well. A friend doesn't look at his other friend like he's a piece of meat. Or...do you want him to fuck you?"

"No! Roman, you should know you're the only one I want."

"Then don't act like such a slut."

"I'm not slut!"

"Yes you are. Admit it."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Roman, stop."

"Make me. Slut."

"Okay, asshole."

"Whore."

"Jackass."

"Bitch."

They both let out loud laughter in the car. To anyone else it may have seemed as though they were arguing with each other, but they weren't. They both just enjoyed messing around, throwing back insults at each other.

Roman sat up, putting his arms around Dean's neck.

"Hey...I'm driving."

"I love you, babe."

"Love you, too." He gave him a quick kiss. "Now, sit back. Hey!"

Roman had decided to climb into the passenger, sitting upfront with him.

"I had the strangest dream..."

"Oh? What was it about?"

"I...I was in a asylum..."

"What you do to end up in there?"

"I killed people."

Dean looked over at him, a fake shocked expression on his face. "You killed people?"

"I killed your family...and Seth, too."

"Oh...wow...that's pretty crazy..."

"You came to visit me. You were...scared of me."

Dean let out a laugh. "You anything but scary Rome. You're too much of a care bear to be scary."

"Oh? So, you don't get scared when I tie you up? Or when I'm too rough with you?"

"Nope. Not even close."

"How about this then?" He leaned down, biting onto his neck.

"Ow! Roman, you ass!" He glared over at his boyfriend, who was in a fit of laughter. "That's not funny." He smacked him. "I'm driving. I don't want to get into an accident because of you."

"So, you scared of me now?"

"Yes, very." Dean said, rolling his eyes. "Frightened."

"You should be. You should be very afraid of me." He leaned over, kissing his cheek. "I love you."

"I hate you, too."

He sat back, looking out the window. "How long until we get to your parents house?"

"We won't be there until nightfall."

"I couldn't stand it. Living out here in the country. I would be bored out of my mind."

"My parents are old fashioned. They don't like the city life."

"I wonder how your sister handles it."

"She's only five. She doesn't care that they live so far away from civilization."

"You're still bringing her with us, right?"

"Yeah, I am. She's only spending the weekend with us, though. I'll have to bring her back on Monday."

"Mm. I still don't understand why we had to come out here, though."

"Well, we agreed that we would go see my parents for three days. Plus, we needed a quiet place to study, where there would be no distractions."

"So, we can't have no fun together on this little get away?"

"Of course we can. Just no kissing or holding each other's hands in front of them. My parents...they don't understand our lifestyle. They're against it."

"Have you came out to them yet?"

"No. I'm kinda afraid to, cause I know that they would disown me. I do plan on telling them eventually, just not yet."

Roman grabbed onto his hand, running his thumb across his knuckles. "You know I'll always be here for you, right?"

"I know."

"I'll never leave you, Dean. I love you."

"I love you too, Roman."

000000

Outside, near an old house, a woman, who looked to be about in forties, was hanging up laundry. Her daughter, who was about five, was wearing a pink dress with fairy wings attached to it.

"Mommy. When will Dean be here?"

"He should be here soon. I suggest you go inside and take your bath."

"But he hasn't seen my costume!"

"Samantha, go take your bath, then you can put your costume back on."

"Okay, come on, Max." The little girl called out to a German Shepard to follow her.

Somewhere, not too far away from the house, an old truck was parked nearby. Grunts and moans could be heard from the guy inside of the truck. It seemed as though someone was sucking him off.

Soon, he was finished. He cleaned himself off with a dirty rag, while tossing a severed head out the window. The head was a man's. The truck drove away, disppearing into a tall cornfield.