"A picnic? Really, Cas?" I asked, watching him fill the back of the Impala with a picnic basket and a blanket.
"Yup. And you are gonna like it!" Cas demanded, a huge grin on his face.
I just shook my head, wondering where he comes up with all these crazy ideas.
We both hopped into the Impala, and pulled out onto the open road.
"So how do we get to this place?" I asked.
"I'll give you directions," said Cas, pointing for me to turn right up ahead.
After a couple moments of silence, Cas spoke up.
"Where were you at lunch yesterday?" He asked, glancing at me.
I shrugged, remembering my encounter with Crowley.
"Some douche bag decided to finally apologize to me," I responded, leaning back in my seat.
"Crowley?" He asked. I nodded. "But why?"
"According to him, Sam sent him to say sorry for being a bitch or something." I shook my head, laughing at his lame excuse to apologize. "I mean, he could have came up with a million different reasons for breaking down and apologizing but whatever. I don't really care what he says."
Cas gave me a worried expression, furrowing his eyebrows. "But that incident was a couple weeks ago. Have you asked Sam about it?"
I turned to look at him. Does he really think Sammy would do something like that? I didn't even bother asking him about it, it just seemed too crazy.
"What? Why would I? Crowley is obviously lying. Why would Sam do that anyways? He knows I can fight my own battles." I responded, reassuring myself.
Cas simply shrugged, causing me to doubt myself.
Sam wouldn't ask some jerk to apologize to me, would he?
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"I feel girly," I whined, taking a neatly wrapped sandwich from the basket.
"Suck it up, buttercup," Cas said sweetly, taking a sip of his lemonade.
We sat on a blanket next to a lake, several trees crowded around us.
Cas watched the sun set over the trees. The sight made me smile. I hope he was as happy as I was.
"Why a picnic again?" I asked, taking a bite of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"Because it's the last nice day of the year before it gets too cold out," he explained, admiring the rippling lake water. "Now quit complaining."
I sighed, realizing I was losing this argument. But at least I got to do something boring with the person I love. The thought made me smile.
"What are you smiling about?" Cas asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
"You," I replied simply.
Cas smiled back, his cheeks turning a light red.
"I have to ask you something," Cas said, looking up at me.
"So do I," I said. I missed my chance to ask Cas to the homecoming dance yesterday, but now seemed like the perfect time.
"So, next week, there's this dance. And I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?" Cas asked, a cute smile on his lips.
"Oh, c'mon! I was suppose to ask you first!" I complained, throwing my sandwich on the blanket.
Cas narrowed his eyes, a playful smile playing on his lips. "Well, looks like I win."
"Take it back so I can ask first!" I demanded, crossing my arms.
"Nope."
"Yes."
"No."
I let out a frustrated groan. "You always win the arguments." I muttered, turning away from him.
Cas leaned over and gently kissed my cheek. "I know," he whispered in my ear.
I shivered, feeling his light breaths against my skin.
"So yes or no?" He asked, pulling away slightly to look in my eyes.
"Of course," I said, breathlessly.
How could I say no?
I quickly leaned over and gently kissed his lips. I missed the sensation and it caused my insides to flip. I love it; I love him.
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After the picnic, I drove Cas home. I thanked him for the night and gave him a quick kiss before driving the short distance to my house.
But the whole while, my mind was wondering about Sam.
Had Sam really black mailed Crowley?
How did he even find out about the Crowley incident?
I didn't know what to think.
I unlocked the front door, nodding to dad who sat in the living room drinking a beer. It was strange that he got off of work so early, but I didn't have time to ask him now. I had Sam to deal with.
I knocked on Sam's door, hoping he was still awake.
He opened his door, surprised to see me. "Dean?"
"We need to talk," I said, pushing my way into his room.
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The Angel Next Door
Fanfiction17 year old Dean Winchester moves into a new town, like he and his family does every year. Sam Winchester, Dean's little brother and their Father, John Winchester, is all that consists of their small broken family. But when Dean is faced with new...
