There are thousands of these published for a reason. They are so much fun to write. The one problem is, they're all the same. I'd like to embrace the cliché-ness of my story with this awful description.
Dean Winchester has just moved to Lawrence wi...
There are a few triggers for this chapter, and I'm gonna put them in a comment on this line, since they're kinda spoiler-y. Also, LOOK AT THIS! ITS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN!
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Dean (POV)
Our fingers stay intertwined as we leave the tea shop. I'm still not sure what happened, but I think I like it. I try not to overthink it as we walk to the car. Our hands slip apart slowly as we go to opposite sides of the car. Cas has a pleasant smile on his face, and he seems totally at peace. It's a face that I've never seen on him, but I plan on keeping it there.
"I guess we should go home." He says, still smiling.
"Yeah. Guess so. I'll drop you off." He nods and reaches for his bag and pulls out his phone.
"Do you mostly listen to classic rock?"
"Yup. It's all I listen to, to be honest." I chuckle to myself.
"Ever heard of Panic! At The Disco? They have really good music." I shake my head.
"Nope."
"I'm sure you've heard something by them." He starts scrolling through his music, then picks a song. A chorus of strings being plucked starts. Cas starts singing along as loud as he can. "Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in the church corridor and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words. What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding says the bridesmaid to the waiter. Yes but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore. I CHIME IN WITH HAVENT YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF CLOSING THE GODDAMN DOOR NO ITS BETTER TO FACE THESE KINDS OF THINGS WITH A SENSE OF POISE AND RATIONALITY!" It's not a bad song, and watching Cas belt along to it is almost better than just listening to it. I drum my fingers along to the beat and Cas keeps singing along. He actually has a very nice voice. The song ends and Cas is almost panting.
"Not bad! You have a nice voice."
"I was just screaming. How is that nice?" He asks, laughing breathlessly.
"It was nice screaming. What's that song called? Let me guess, close the goddamn door?"
"PFT. No. It's called I write sins not tragedies. I'm kind of obsessed with their most recent album."
"That song is already stuck in my head." I sigh, laughing breathily.
"Yeah, but it's a good kind of stuck." Cas points out, shrugging.
"Agreed." I nod. The car slowly pulls into Cas' driveway. I look over to him when I stop and he smiles.
"I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow."
"Yeah. Guess so." We stare awkwardly for second before I turn away. Cas leans over and hooks a finger under my chin. He turns my face towards his and plants a soft kiss on my lips. I kiss him back, reaching to run a hand through his hair. A shrill scream snaps us away from one another. Balthazar is standing on the passenger side. Cas just rolls his eyes and opens the door.
