this is how we met

Tisbury lane

Cas POV

We head off about an hour after we started packing. I packed a week worth of shirts and pants, and a little extra. We both stepped inside of the black automobile, and headed somewhere south. We didn't know where we were going, but that was the point. I started to think, maybe a hotel, or a cabin, maybe the beach, that'd be nice. I started to think of all the little details, this is going to be so romantic. It's going to be perfect.

"Cas?" Dean looked over to me with a cheeky half smile. His emerald eyes glowing in the setting sun. "You haven't spoken in thirty minutes, is something wrong?" He asked gently.

A wide smiled arose from my cheeks. "I was just thinking of how fun this is going to be."  He smiled widely, this is the happiest I've seen him before.

"Yeah" he paused. "It's going to be more than fun." He grabbed my hand, tangling his fingers into mine.

About an hour into the drive, we've not made up our minds, still not knowing where we were going on this trip. I knew this was going to be a portal to my happiness. Being with dean. My love.

"Where we head'n to Cassy boy?" He squeezed you hand gently.

" I want to go to the beach house. You know, the little yellow one?" I said. He smiled.

"Yes of course Castiel, I remember." The statement was in a 'rich people' British accent. I laughed, slowly drifting to sleep.

See the yellow beach house was far away, about a ten hour drive, but it was worth it. I used to go there with my family, when I was really little. It was about as big as a cabin, small, but comfortable.

About a hour later, we get to the house. My parents own the land, so I knew there was a little bronze key under the welcoming mat. We walk in, memories of the small area fill my mind.

"Wow." Dean said, taking a step in front of me.

"It's nothing really, just a small house." I say, walking to the master bed.

"What do you mean? This place is amazing! Why didn't you tell me about this?!"  Dean ran, flopping onto the neatly made bed.

"I did! I told you that I owned a small beach house about ten hours away." I exclaimed.

"Yeah...little is an understatement." Dean starred in ah at the master room, and the hallway heading to the rest of the house. There were painting of sea turtles and manatees on every wall.   I this house, there was four beds, three baths, a decent kitchen and a large living room.

"Come on let's go to this one place called 'the oyster hut' it's really good. Best sea food around." I told dean, dragging him off the bed.

In the car, we listened to old rock, but then it went black.