Moving On (Destiel)

21: A moose, a squirrel, an angel and a baby

A/N: I'm so sorry I've been gone for so long, it's a difficult time for me rn, but on the bright side: I'm getting an exchange student from France!! (even though I don't speak a word French. It's juts that no family volunteered to take her in which is why I did it). 

Now, I was a little careful texting with her first because she's a year older and it's not Wattpad where there are no boundaries, but we literally only exchanged five messages on Insta when we found out: 

YES WE'RE ACTUALLY BOTH ON WATTPAD and she doesn't read "real" stories here but fanfiction. I love her already omg and she's not even here yet

So, enough from my side, if you're still around it means you probably like this story

"Where to, at all?", Dean asked after a while.

"Central train station," Cas answered. "I'm visiting my mother."

"Right. You mentioned earlier."

Then they were quiet. Cas was playing with his fingers, not knowing what to say, and Dean focused on the street. But he didn't turn any music on. It was just quiet.

Cas hadn't been paying attention to where they were going, but suddenly they stopped in the middle of the street, definitely not at the station. "What-"

"You can wait here," Dean explained, "Just going to get Sammy."

"Okay," Cas mumbled, but Dean had already left. Just why was he so awkward? It was like the last few hours hadn't happened. Back to idk-what-to-say-status.

Cas's door opened to a face whose eyes widened seeing him. "Uhm... hi?"

"Who are you and what did you do to my brother?!", the boy of about 13 or 14 years yelled. Cas assumed it was Sam, Dean's little brother.

Cas panicked. "I- I didn't do anything?"

The boy nodded vigorously, but his shoulder-length hair made it look less confident and more hilarious.

"Dean never lets anybody ride shotgun but me. So what did you to him that you're sitting there now?"

Before Cas could answer – okay, he probably wouldn't have anyways, not knowing how to respond – Dean's voice came from his other side, sliding into the driver's seat. "Calm down, Sammy. I let Cas ride how I want."

Cas interpreted that wrong. God, he used to be so innocent. WHAT DID GABRIEL DO TO HIM??

At least he wasn't the only one – Sam smirked as well.

"And right now, it's sitting shotgun next to me. Now get in the car, Sammy. We have somewhere to be."

"Where to?", Sam asked.

"We're dropping Cas at the train station before we head back home," Dean said, starting the engine.

"Alright," Sam said and put on his seat belt. The first minute nobody said anything, and Sam took it on him to change the situation. "How's Dad?"

Dean didn't answer and Cas saw Sam facepalm in the mirror. Yet he didn't give up. "And where you going, um..."

"I'm Castiel," Cas introduced himself.

"Castiel...", Sam repeated. "The Castiel, Dean?"

"You know someone else with that name?", Dean shot back, not taking his eyes from the road.

Sam shrugged. "Could be, what do I know. I'm Sam, by the way."

"I figured. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sam."