[ For all his trouble, Cas gets rewarded with Dean's winning smile, practically bright enough to light the room. There was never a doubt in his mind that he could win Cas over, because Cas has lightened up a lot over the past few months, and will agree to just about anything Dean asks of him these days. But it still makes Dean happy to hear it, like finding the prize in a box of cereal.
Even the limitations don't bother him. Dean actually prefers quiet to rooms full of screaming people. (Blasting music doesn't count, totally counts as quiet.) No people would suck if Cas actually meant it. But just the two of them is people enough for him. Cas is good company, even if it takes some real pulling sometime to get the stick out of his ass. Just them is fine with Dean. And he's already got someplace in mind that he's been saving for an occasion just like this one. ]
No people. You got it. ...Ghosts don't count, right?
[ His grin turns a little wicked as he slaps Cas on the shoulder and stands. ]
Meet you out front.
[ Dean grabs his leather coat off the door and he's in the hall and heading downstairs before Cas can wise up and change his mind. Most of Dean's time is spent in the stadium or the gym, working off the extra calories from all the beer he drinks. It's pretty well known that the 18 year old football star drinks like a fountain, but hey, whatever keeps him winning games. His coach and his dad would never approve, but Dean keeps the beer in the locked trunk of his black '67 Impala, which was his birthday and Christmas presents for ages 12 through 21 according to his dad, even though he got it from him in March when he was 16. But it could be every present he gets for the rest of his life for how much he loves it.
When he pulls up in front of their dorm, rounding the corner from the parking lot a block down, CCR blasting, and he's glowing with pride the way he always is when he's in the driver's seat. At least he's a senior now and technically allowed to be driving her. When he was the only sophomore with a car, the senior class was downright vicious about it. Poor girl got egged or keyed every other week and Dean had to work extra hours at his dad's garage to make up for the cost of wax and paint and repairs. He's glad those days are long gone. It's good to be the top of the high school food chain at last. ]
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Even the limitations don't bother him. Dean actually prefers quiet to rooms full of screaming people. (Blasting music doesn't count, totally counts as quiet.) No people would suck if Cas actually meant it. But just the two of them is people enough for him. Cas is good company, even if it takes some real pulling sometime to get the stick out of his ass. Just them is fine with Dean. And he's already got someplace in mind that he's been saving for an occasion just like this one. ]
No people. You got it. ...Ghosts don't count, right?
[ His grin turns a little wicked as he slaps Cas on the shoulder and stands. ]
Meet you out front.
[ Dean grabs his leather coat off the door and he's in the hall and heading downstairs before Cas can wise up and change his mind. Most of Dean's time is spent in the stadium or the gym, working off the extra calories from all the beer he drinks. It's pretty well known that the 18 year old football star drinks like a fountain, but hey, whatever keeps him winning games. His coach and his dad would never approve, but Dean keeps the beer in the locked trunk of his black '67 Impala, which was his birthday and Christmas presents for ages 12 through 21 according to his dad, even though he got it from him in March when he was 16. But it could be every present he gets for the rest of his life for how much he loves it.
When he pulls up in front of their dorm, rounding the corner from the parking lot a block down, CCR blasting, and he's glowing with pride the way he always is when he's in the driver's seat. At least he's a senior now and technically allowed to be driving her. When he was the only sophomore with a car, the senior class was downright vicious about it. Poor girl got egged or keyed every other week and Dean had to work extra hours at his dad's garage to make up for the cost of wax and paint and repairs. He's glad those days are long gone. It's good to be the top of the high school food chain at last. ]