Miscellaneous crap.

Backseat Serenade (Destiel)

The door to the bunker shut behind him with a resounding clang as Dean made his way down the steps and through the foyer to find his brother and their freshly human resident sitting at the table in the library with a laptop between them.

"So, now that you're human we'll have to get you more clothes and some personal items," Sam said, typing something into google as Dean approached with a cheery greeting, dropping his bag from the store in front of Cas.

"Toothbrush, razor, deodorant, et cetera, all taken care of, for starters. And beer, of course." Dean grinned, pulling three bottles from the six-pack's carton and distributing them.

"Dean, it's too early for beer." Sam placed his bottle back in the caddy.

"And yet, it's too late for coffee, bite me," Dean popped his bottlecap off on the side of the table and took a seat next to Castiel, who eyed his display and almost attempted to copy. Dean chuckled and handed Cas the bottle opener attached to his keys. "Okay, so where's the nearest second-hand store?" He asked, reaching across the table for his brother's laptop before getting his hand swatted away.

"Well, it wouldn't be the midwest if every decent store wasn't 3 hours away. Closest one's in Lincoln." Sam replied flipping the screen to show the maps page presenting 3 different routes.

"Jeez, the Men of Letters really hit it home on the covert placement of their digs." Dean sighed and scrubbed a hand over his chin. Sam and Cas murmured their agreement. Lebanon didn't even have a Mcdonald's.

"What did you mean by personal items, Sam?" Cas asked before gingerly sipping at the foam that had accrued at the top of his bottle. Not that Dean was looking, or anything.

"Stuff like I dunno, a watch, and a wallet, we have no shortage of books and movies here, but humans enjoy a lot of different music, maybe we can get you an iPod or something-" Sam listed off until Dean sat up abruptly with a look of disgust.

"No! I mean- yeah sure I guess for the variety, but c'mon Sammy, we gotta teach him music the way we learned it! Cassette is superior, everyone knows."

Sam leveled Dean with a look. "Last week you said Vinyl was superior. What is it with you and music forms that take up as much space as possible?" He deadpanned, narrowing his eyes in that younger sibling way that says he's trying to pick Dean's brain apart from afar.

"Yeah, well, it is, but you can't play vinyl in the car." He turned his attention to the fallen angel on his left. "So, Cas, uh, what do you say we have a mini road trip to Lincoln tomorrow and we'll get you set up?" He nudged his elbow with a lighthearted grin, which Castiel returned.

"Of course Dean, you know I always enjoy our time together," Cas replied genuinely. Sam cocked an eyebrow and Dean suddenly found himself very interested in picking at the label of his beer. "I think I'd like to sleep now, I'll see you in the morning." He said before downing the last of his beer and heading off down the stairs to what was currently the guest room.

Dean looked up to see Sam boring a hole in his forehead. "What?"

In response, Sam heaved a tortured sigh.

"Nothing dude, I'm sure you'll figure it out when you're ready." He snickered and headed in the opposite direction of Cas, leaving a bewildered Dean sitting alone in the library.

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Dean popped Baby's glovebox and rifled through his box of tapes, pulling out the cassettes for 8 albums. He retreated to his room and plugged his walkman into his stereo's auxiliary port. He loaded Led Zeppelin II into his walkman, a fresh tape into the stereo's tape deck, and got to work. He finished the first tape he made, specifically for Cas, a tape of his 13 favorite Zeppelin songs, because if there's any good first band it's gotta be Zepp.