Our Love Will Never Fade (Destiel High School AU)

Chapter Seventy

((I'm super duper sorry for the long wait. As always, I was having problems writing. So, I hope this came out alright. I tried. I just haven't been in the right mindset to write. I think my depression is getting worse. But, anyways, I hope you like this chapter. BTW, the art is by diminuel on Tumblr.))

Sunday Night
{Dean's POV}

After work, I started driving Cas home. He was humming to the Van Halen song on the radio while reading his book. I glanced over at him every once in a while to watch him.

"Can you stop looking at me and watch the road, please?" He asked, smiling a bit.

"Sorry." I smiled. "You can be distracting. If I could draw, you would be my muse."

"Aw, Dean." He looked at me. "Too bad the best you can draw are stick figures."

"Shut up." I laughed.

"May I ask you a question?" He closed his book.

"Of course." I turned the radio down.

He looked down at his hands. "What do you think you will do once I leave for college?"

"Hmm." I scratched the back of my head. "I really don't know. I guess I'll still work and save money for our apartment. Maybe I can get a second job or something."

"Do you think you will go hunting while I'm gone?"

"Cas," I sighed. "I don't know. I mean, if there's something small or close by, something that needs to be taken care of, then maybe. But I'll call you before to see if you're okay with it."

He nodded. "I think I can live with that."

I pulled up to his house. "So, I guess I shouldn't sneak in tonight."

He shook his head. "Uh, no. As much as I love waking up next to you, that is a horrible idea right now."

"Yeah, I know." I checked the time. "We've got about 15 minutes till curfew. You wanna make out?"

He smiled and nodded, moving closer. I grabbed his chin gently with my thumb and index finger, pulling him into a soft kiss. He kissed me back, resting his hand on the back of my neck.

I pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, licking his bottom lip, asking for permission. He parted his lips, melting into the kiss.

He got on his knees, moving closer, straddling my lap. It was getting cramped since we were both in the front seat. I rested my hands on his hips, my fingers slipping under his sweater. His fingers ran through my hair.

He pulled away, keeping our lips brushing. "Would it freak you out if I told you I thought about running away with you?"

"No." I breathed. "I've thought about it, too."

"Really?" He smiled.

"Yeah. I thought about running away to maybe California, I know you've wanted to go there, and we could live by the beach and have our toes in the sand." I rubbed his thigh.

He bit his lip. "I like that."

I hummed, pressing my lips back to his. He smiled through the kiss, parting his lips. I let my hand linger up his back from under his shirt. He shivered, wrapping his arms around my neck.

He pulled away. "I love you."

"I love you, too." I ran my thumb across his bottom lip.

He smiled. "I should go."