A/N: Lookie, I'm back again! Chapter two is up, I'm so proud! Yay!
In this exciting tale, Cas discovers his love of Elvis and Dean teaches him how to drive.
"Heya, Cas!" Dean greeted, when the angel padded wearily in. Cas sighed, reached for a mug of coffee (now that he was human, he appreciated all the more) and gave Dean an obligatory, "Hello, Dean."
Dean didn't seemed perturbed. He grinned, and went back into the laptop, sipping at his own mug as he did so. His face fell slightly, and Cas knew that he was researching possible hunts.
"Hmmm," Dean muttered, eyes narrowing, "Sounds like a shojo again." With a small twitch of the lips, he added, "That was a fun hunt."
Cas didn't know if Dean was talking to himself or to the other person in the room, but going by the fact Dean seemed to have forgotten he was there, he figured the hunter was speaking to himself. he looked down at the mug of coffee in his hand and stared at it, looking at his own reflection in the warm brown liquid.
This would taste better with sugar, he decided, and stood up to get some when Sam came into the room, hair wildly tangled with an obvious bedhead.
Dean glanced up, then blinked and did a double take at Sam. "Woah, there, Sam," he said.
Sam grunted and passed his fingers through his mane of hair, and presto! his hair looked normal again. Cas stared at him unintelligably.
With a frown, Sam acknowledged the angel. "Cas?" he questioned.
"How did you do that?" Cas said, not bothering to conceal his awe.
Dean laughed before Sam got an answer, and slammed the laptop closed. "Dude, don't ask. Sam's got- he's got the magic touch when it comes to bedheads."
Sam grinned, slightly proudly, and grabbed another clean mug, filling it up with coffee and milk.
With the moment over, the three men stood around in awkward silence before Dean cleared his throat and asked Cas a question. "Cas, do you know how to drive?"
Cas shook his head, setting his still-full mug down on the countertop. "No. Why do you ask?"
Dean grinned wickedly. "Come on, dude. I'm gonna' teach you how to drive."
Cas swallowed nervously, then followed Dean down the large garage in the bunker.
Dean's Impala was there, all shiny and pretty, but Dean walked right past it, in favour of some car Sam had rented, a little, outdated and cheap Prius.
"Why are we not using your own car, Dean?"
"'Cuz drivin' an old car isn't like drivin' one of these and I don't want you to injure my baby." Dean said this all very easily, but when he unlocked the car, he sent an apologetic look back at his Impala.
Dean lowered himself into the driver's seat, and Cas followed, looking nervously at the man next to him. For the most part, Dean looked light and at ease, but of course there was the dark anger that never seemed to leave him anymore. Still, Dean was happier now than he'd been in a long time, and frankly, Cas would take what he could get.
When the garage door opened, Dean wrestled with the stick for a moment and then pressed the gas pedal down, and they were off, driving through the generally empty streets of Lawrence.
"D'you want some music on?" Dean asked Cas, looking over for a minute with a warm smile on his face.
Cas's heart fluttered.
"Yes," he said, more quietly than normal, but Dean heard him and immediately hit the power button for the radio.
The radio was turned down low, but Cas could hear a low voice singing and a piano playing some chord transitions. He liked what he heard, but couldn't quite understand what the voice was singing.
"Turn that up, Cas," Dean instructed, and Cas followed the order like it was his first lesson in the whole driving scheme and he was desperate not to crash.
"Like a river flows, surely to the sea, Darling, so it goes, somethings are meant to be."
Dean made an unhappy sound between his teeth, and frowned slightly. "Elvis," he muttered, seemingly disgusted by the music.
"Take my hand, take my whole life too, For I can't help falling in love with you."
"I like it," Cas said quietly. He did. The music was soulful, real, and it was very nice.
Dean blinked, then stole another glance at Cas from the driver's seat. "Elvis, huh?" he said, with a small smile. "I can dig Elvis."
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