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"We're on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin' that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride"

Road to Nowhere – Talking Heads

After the lunch stop they carried on their journey well into the evening until Dean decided to pull over at the next motel so they could spend the night there. It was already dark when they drove into the parking lot and all Dean really wanted to do was fall onto a bed and not get up. But he and Cas had to have dinner and he couldn't send the guy to get take out, he would probably just get lost or something. So once he had sorted his stuff he took Cas to a little restaurant just down the street. Now it wasn't normally the sort of place he would go, but it was the nearest eatery to the motel and quite frankly Dean just didn't care right now. So little restaurant it was.

Once inside he perused the menu, not that there was much on it that he thought was real food (how many kinds of salad were there?) and picked out a couple of meals that he wouldn't mind eating. With that in mind he ordered the spaghetti bolognese for Cas and the burger for himself (or Cas if he did like the pasta) and two beers. Once done he sat back to watch his friend.

Cas seemed more relaxed here than he was at the dive bar Dean had taken him to the previous evening. Maybe this was more his thing, nice restaurant with table clothes and everything. All the things that Dean just didn't do.

Castiel sat and watched Dean choose the meals from the menu, he was glad he no longer had to pretend to read the silly things and didn't have to try and work out what to get. With that thought he relaxed back into the bench seat he was sitting on and looked around him. The people here had more hope than the ones in the place Dean had taken him last evening. There was laughter and happiness here, and Castiel vastly preferred it. Yes this was nice he decided and with that thought turned to Dean only to find him watching him in return, smiling Castiel spoke.

"This is nice Dean, thank you." He said sincerely.

"Your welcome. Though I don't normally go to places like this." Dean replied somewhat abashed. As soon as Cas had spoken he had looked away from the guy. He knew he couldn't concentrate on the conversation if he was staring at those blue eyes.

"Variety is good." Castiel replied smiling even more as Dean looked anywhere than in his eyes. He knew that Dean wanted to look at them. He seemed to find them rather appealing, but his obvious attempt at not looking was rather sweet in Castiel's mind. Dean was being the good man that Castiel knew him to be.

"Yeah it is. Speaking of which…" Dean said as there food arrived and his eyes lit up at the massive burger on the plate. Maybe he should come to places like this more often if they did burgers that size. He eyes then moved onto the massive bowl of pasta that was set in front of Cas. Looking at the guy he saw he had a puzzled look on his face as he looked from his fork to the bowl. Dean then watched him stab the fork into the mound of food in an attempt to pick it up only for the utensil to come away empty. Watching Dean realised the guy had no memory of how to eat spaghetti. Chuckling to himself him gently laid his hand on Cas' arm and took the fork from his fingers.

"Here let me." He said as he slowly showed Cas how to wind the spaghetti around the fork and pick it up. He then popped the loaded fork into his mouth and an involuntary moan came out.

"Damn that's good." He murmured, and when he looked up he saw Cas watching him intently which for some reason made him blush.

"Here you try." He mumbled handing the fork back to Cas and going back to his burger, though he did watch his passenger through his lashes.

Castiel looked at the bowl of food in front of him and frowned. He had no idea how he was supposed to eat this. The pasta was too small to be speared by the fork, not that that stopped him from trying. He was just going to try again more forcefully when he felt a sudden rush of emotion and warmth flood through his body, looking up he saw the cause was Dean's hand on his arm. It was through that contact he got a hit of Dean's feelings at that moment. He was amused and happy, but there was something more, something elusive that hid under the surface. So far under in fact that Castiel was sure that Dean was not even aware it was there. He wasn't sure what it was, but what he did know was that it was new. He watched Dean show him how to eat the spaghetti and he heard the man moan in appreciation at the food but he was too busy studying Dean to find that feeling again to pay much attention. But it seemed to be escaping him. Though when he watched the man blush he realised that his staring could be taken another way and instead turned his eyes back to his food and attempted to copy Dean.

Dean watched Cas spin the spaghetti round the fork after he gave it back (secretly pleased that Cas hadn't asked for another fork or even wiped the one he had just eaten off) and he watched as the man with a look of complete concentration on his face tried to lift the food to his mouth only for it to fall short and land in his lap. Oh man that really was priceless.

Castiel looked down at the spaghetti in his lap and glared. He was an angel, he should be able to eat a bowl of spaghetti. The humans managed it so why on earth couldn't he? He was seriously considering smiting the food. It was obviously the work of the devil when the bowl of pasta disappeared and was replaced by a burger.

"You don't have to do that Dean. I can manage." He got out when he saw that Dean had swapped over there plates.

"A deals a deal Cas. You get the burger, I'll have the spaghetti." Was all Dean replied with a smirk, spinning the spaghetti round the fork and into his mouth like an expert.

At that Castiel just sighed and reached for the burger. At least he knew how to consume these things now. Why was eating so hard?

That night, once Dean had fallen asleep Castiel flew off to California to find Sam Winchester. Once he had located his house he flew around the area to see if he could pick up on any single people who would be compatible for Dean. He found a few who might work and as such sent a request up to heaven with their names to make sure that no other angel was currently dealing with them, he didn't want to step on any toes after all. With that done he returned to the motel room and sat down on his bed wondering what to do with the rest of his night. With that thought he turned and looked over at Dean who was asleep on his front with his mouth hanging open, Castiel could see he looked so peaceful like that. Smiling to himself he got comfortable on the bed and decided that he would just watch over his charge until morning. Watching him sleep was fascinating, and it was not something he got much of a chance to do as an angel in heaven.

Dean woke the next morning feeling refreshed. He had had a great day yesterday, just driving around and introducing Cas to new food, but he felt that he needed to do more for the guy. I mean he was on this road trip to see America, not the inside of the impala or back roads. With that in mind while Cas had his shower Dean went and grabbed the map from the car to see where they were near. Looking at it he realised they were only a couple of days drive from the Grand Canyon. Yes that was the perfect sight to take Cas to see. Everyone had to see that at least once right? With that decided he folded the map back up and sat on his bed with his bag packed waiting for Cas to come out. He couldn't wait to tell him the plan.

Castiel once again had his 'shower', though this time he searched the clothes while the water was running to see if he needed to make any changes to the clothing Gabriel had produced, but it seemed that the rest of the things in the bag were acceptable and for that he was thankful. He didn't like having to go and exchange things when he wasn't sure where Gabriel got them in the first place. Changed into a different shirt and jeans and with wet hair once again Castiel came out of the bathroom to find Dean sitting on his bed looking like he was going to explode with excitement about something. This caused Castiel to tilt his head at him. What had happened while he was not in the room?

"Hey Cas, you ever seen the Grand Canyon?" Dean asked in an attempt at a casual voice but to the angel the excitement was clear.

"I have not, though I remember my sister Hael once saying that she-" at that Castiel cut himself off as he realised he was about to say that she had created it. And that was not something he could tell Dean.

"That she?" Dean asked confused. I mean first he didn't know Cas had a sister and second he remembered something she said but not how to eat spaghetti? Really?

"That she went a long time ago." Castiel finished with not looking Dean in the eyes. He had to remember to think before he spoke but Dean's excitement had caused the same reaction in him. Maybe a lot more muted, but still the same.

"Oh okay, didn't know you had a sister." Dean said causally.

"I have a big family Dean. Why were you asking about the Grand Canyon?" Castiel asked moving the conversation away from his family.

"Well I was thinking we could go see it? It's not that far and it's kinda on our way to Sam's so…What do you think?" Dean asked forcing himself to stay seated when all he wanted to do was jump up and go show Cas this wonder of the world.

"I believe that would be most welcome Dean." Castiel replied. He had seen the Grand Canyon from heaven obviously, but to see it up close would indeed be a wonder. It was good that Dean was thinking about what he wanted on this trip. It showed he was starting to open up. Hopefully by the time they made it to Sam's he would have got Dean to be ready to meet the prospective partners he had found the previous evening. Yes this would fit in well with his plan.

At the words Dean jumped up with a massive smile on his face. He was so happy that Cas had agreed, it was going to be awesome to show this guy such a sight for the first time. Though Dean flatly refused to look into the reasons behind that, or behind how throughout the drive there all he could think about was watching Cas' face when he first saw the Canyon. I mean watching the guy look at the trees they drove past was a pleasure, Dean could only dream about what his face would look like at something as truly dramatic as the Grand Canyon.