Lost and Found - Destiel

Lost and Found

They arrived at their designated area of the highway, finally, after a silent car trip. A short, bearded man wearing black under his fluro vest approached them holding a clipboard.

"Hello boys, you Winchester?" Dean nodded in response.

"And your trusty liege Novak, I presume." Castiel nodded. He paused to write on his clipboard before continuing.

"The name's Crowley, call me Lee. I'm your CS advisor, I will be here everyday just to make sure you are both here on time. Becky!" He exclaimed even though the girl who walked over was well within earshot.

"Yes sir." She smiled, showing off her pink braces. Her eyes widened when she saw Dean and a poorly executed seductive smile spread across her face. Dean shifted his weight and revealed a sheepish smile. Castiel stifled the laugh that had built in his throat at Dean's expense.

"You're Dean Winchester! Sam's brother!" She elaborated, opening her eyes even wider.

"Becky. Taking our time are we?" Lee said impatiently.

"Oh right." She said, realising what she had forgotten. She handed Castiel and Dean a garbage bag and set of prongs each, making sure to hover while handing Dean his equipment.

"We really have to pick up trash? Stereotypical." Dean complained with his lips pursed, scoping out the nearby vicinity. Castiel took his own bag and prongs and began picking up fast food wrappers and soda cans, dropping them into the trash bag.

"Tell sam I said hi!" Becky called after them desperately. Her voice was irritatingly nasal.

Dean watched Castiel, and for the first time in a long time, for an unknown reason, Dean wanted to get to know someone. Him. There was something about him. He hid it well but there was an undertone of sadness in his movements, Dean could tell he had been through his fair share of rough stuff. He casually headed in Castiel's direction, once he was behind him he spoke.

"So uh, what music are you into?" Dean asked trying to hide the hopefulness in his voice. Castiel was surprised that Dean had once again tried to start a conversation. He appreciated Dean's effort.

But why was he trying? People like him don't talk to people like me. Castiel took the time to pause and contemplate the thought.

"I don't really listen to contemporary music, only what my father has." Castiel smiled briefly in Dean's direction. "Gospel music and what not."

"Right." He nodded while crushing a can under his prongs. "Any other hobbies?" Castiel dropped his chin and turned his head away from Dean's intently curious eyes. They mirrored the bright green leaves of the trees that trailed the other side of the highway.

"None in particular, and yourself?" He shrugged turning the attention off of himself.

"Yeah I guess I like your average pack of awesome. Sports, girls, action movies." Dean smiled, thinking about all of the above. "Oh and cheeseburgers." He added nodding enthusiastically. Castiel couldn't help but smile.

"I see." He responded. Dean was obviously avoiding something deeper but Castiel didn't pry.

"Hey man, I forgot to say thanks for the ride." Dean smiled, his eyes apologetic.

"You are welcome." He returned the smile. They spent the rest of the morning in silence, spreading across the length of the highway.

The tension was lifted. They had just began to walk over to Lee when the screech of tires caiught their attention. A four door came hurtling down the highway and a passenger yelled out the window.