Deal with a Demon

Chapter 10

     Dean bowed his head and rubbed his eyes, he was thinking about what Cas had just told him. He was trying to be serious, but he just couldn't. He began laughing, he wasn't trying to be mean, but Cas sounded insane. He felt a little like Cas was playing some weird prank on him.

     "Cas," Dean managed to gasp in between breaths, " I think you've been smoking too much ganja, babe."

      Cas blue eyes were filled with hurt. He knew he must have sounded crazy, but he half expected Dean to have some sympathy. Maybe not expect him to believe him because, he wasn't sure if he believed himself, but at least have sympathy.

      Cas stood up and tried to shrug it off, he walked into his room, leaving Dean to laugh alone. "I'm glad you think this is funny Dean," he said before slamming his door and blasting music.

       Dean got serious, as soon as he realized he hurt the blue eyed man. He felt bad for laughing, he thought Cas was having some psychological breakdown. Honestly, Dean was scared, he thought about taking Cas to the hospital. The more he thought about how he wanted Cas to be with him forever, the more he got worried. He decided he should take Cas to the hospital.

      He went and knocked on Cas' door, but all he got in response was the music turned up louder. "Come on blue eyes, I-I didn't mean to laugh. If you believe this then.. then I guess I do to. Come on I- this- you know- .. I .." Dean was lost for words, he didn't know exactly how to say what he was thinking, and he definitely didn't want Cas to think Dean thought he was crazy. Dean just rested his arm on the door and laid his head on his arm, "Please just open the door."

      Suddenly the music stopped, and you could hear Cas' footsteps coming closer. Cas opened the door very quickly, he had only a serious look on his face, no sadness in his eyes. "Your brother is going to call, he seems distressed."

     "When did you talk to my brother, how did you talk to my brother," Dean was confused and worried about Sammy. "What did he-"

     Cas cut Dean off and pushed past him, "I didn't talk to him, I figured this is one way I can prove myself to you."

     "Cas I'm not trying to be," just then Dean got cut off once again, except it was the phone this time. Dean cocked his eyebrows at Cas and looked at the caller ID "It's Sam."

     "Oh, gee, I had no idea that was going to happen," he rolled his eyes and sat on the couch.

     Dean smirked and answered the phone, "Hey Sammy, how's college go-, Okay just calm down man.... A nightmare... well what about."

    Cas stood up, "It was about Jessica."

      Dean held his finger up for Cas to be quiet so he could hear his little brother a little better, "Okay just breathe, I'm sure it means nothing.... What? How many times before?... Sam you've had this dream every night for weeks?... Okay, okay, yeah, no problem, yeah I'll be there by tomorrow... Okay yeah, No problem Sammy, I'll see you soon.

     He put the phone down and looked at Cas, with a bewildered look, "How could you have possibly have known that Cas, did you talk to my brother."

     Cas sat back down, "No Dean I already told you, I did not talk to him." Cas was getting frustrated, "Why can't you get it through your head."

     Dean walked past Cas, and into his bedroom, "Pack a bag blue eyes, we're going on a road trip."

     Cas walked into Dean's room wearing a  nice white button up, that was a little wrinkled, a tie, and  long tan trench coat. The outfit seemed to fit him too perfectly, "Dean I-"

    "Holy fuck Cas," Dean interrupted, "You look- so-"

    "Professional?"

     "Hot, you look so fucking hot," Dean bit his lip. Dean turned to zip his suitcase, "Anyways, you ready?"

    "Yes my bags are by the door, but Dean I must warn you-"

      "I was thinking we could take Sammy to buy Jess a ring," Dean couldn't help but smile at the thought of his little Sammy being in love, he walked to the front door and grabbed his keys. "We got a long drive, c'mon, grab your suitcase.

     Castiel grabbed his luggage and followed Dean, obviously annoyed that Dean would not let him finish his sentence. Dean popped the trunk and put their bags in the back, It was a huge trunk with not much in it. It made their bags look small, next to the playboy magazines and the bong.

      Cas opened the squeaky door to the old car, and slid in. "Nice car," Cas said as the door squeaked shut.

    "Way better than your pimp-mobile," Dean grinned at Cas who couldn't help but chuckle a little.

     "Yeah well, I liked that car, It was better than the one Jimmy drove-" Cas stopped as soon as he realized what he said.

     "Jimmy? Oh right right, your 'vessel', look Cas I don't know how you did that fortune teller shit, but I sure as hell don't believe in god and his fucking angel crew, Okay? Can we just leave it as that for the moment?"

    "Okay Dean, I respect your wishes."

      Dean stopped at the top of the drive way, "Okay, before we get going there's something you need to know about my baby."

      Cas looked at him with a strange look, "Your baby?"

      "Yes this," he grasped the steering wheel, "This 1967 Chevy Impala, is my baby. Rule one, only I drive my baby, rule two, don't hurt my baby, and rule three, driver picks the music shotgun shuts his cake-hole." He smiled and they started their long journey to Sammy.