Bam! The familiar sound of a pistol firing off it's action could be heard from the holiday firing range. The Winchesters and Cas were visiting the UK for a break. Dean was teaching Cas how to shoot this particular pistol (again). Dean smiled as he looked at Cas's face, it was scrunched up from concentration. His eyes were dead focused on the target. Cas breathed in. out. Squeeze. Bam. His bullet hit the tiny square within 3mm. Cas smiled proud and turned to face Dean with a smug expression. Dean took the pistol and fired three rounds. He was bang on the square all three times. Cas turned at looked at Dean dead in the eyes and said: "No one likes a show-off Winchester."
Dean smiled, he loved it when Cas called him Winchester. Dean couldn't help but notice all of Cas's perfections; his freckles dotted across his face, his defined cheekbones and his baby blue eyes- "What are you staring at?" Cas asked, tilting his head, perplexed. "Nothing." Dean looked away, embarrassed. Dean felt stupid but luckily Sam came striding in to divert the awkwardness.
"Hey guys." Sam said. Cas looked up and waved then looked back down to the sights. "I know we're on holiday, but..." Sam started before Dean interrupted. "If you're about to say 'I've found a case.' I swear to God Sammy."
"Why would you swear to God, that's not very nice." Cas said. Dean and Sam ignored him. "Come on Dean it'll be a quick one." Sam said, "All it is, is demonic activity, maybe even just ghosts. Come on." Sam complained. "Come on Sammy its England their weather is crap 24/7 anyways." Dean laughed at his own joke. Cas suddenly piped up. "You know it might be a good idea to test my shooting with lives targets." Cas considered what he'd just said. "Well dead targets technically... but you get the point." He clarified
"Exactly." Sam said satisfied Cas was on his side.
Dean glanced back and fourth between Cas and Sam weighing up the ide. Eventually he gave in. "Alright fine, but just this one case." Dean sighed and Sam and Cas high-fived in triumph. "There's been complaints in London about electricity cuts and odd smells." Sam said showing Dean the address. "Alright then. Let's hit the road.
The car ride was meant to take a couple hours, but they got caught in traffic, typical. Dean sat in the drivers' seat and Cas was in the passenger seat, leaving Sam in the back. They were practically at a stand still. Dean glanced over at Cas who was trying to discreetly lip sync the words to a song on the radio. Cas looked beautiful. Dean liked Cas, he knew that much. I mean how couldn't you? He was perfect. And he kinda did raise me from perdition! Dean chuckled every time Cas got the lyrics wrong and he looked momentarily flustered.
Dean closed his eyes and imagined him and Cas. They were lying in a field of flowers. Dean had his head lying on Cas's stomach . He could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Cas was running his hands through Dean's hair and humming sweet tunes. It was paradise. It was perfection. Dean opened his eyes. It wasn't real.
They arrived at the apartments after only a couple hours delay. Dean still had the image of him and Cas playing in his mind. His heart ached when he saw Cas. He pushed those thoughts away now, they had a case to work. The trio walked up the stairs and rang the first doorbell they saw. "Evening. It's the Winchester's."