Legacy (Supernatural) [Rogue Trilogy] {3}

10. A Much Needed Break

10. A Much Needed Break

"Okay, seriously, you got to tell me what's behind this," I tell Cas. All I got out of him earlier what that we were supposed to be going somewhere. He never said specifics.

So, cautiously, I had dressed to not look homeless. Cas opted for his yellow car, even after I protested that I would rather drive my truck (he'd driven it back the night he brought me back to the bunker). He wasn't having it, and I sure as hell wasn't having him drive my baby, even under my supervision. So, this was the compromise.

The sun sets as Cas continues to drive. I have my arm against the window, rubbing my forehead.

"Well, since Sam and Dean are out on another case, I figured we could get ourselves some fresh air."

"That's the occasion?" I ask.

"What else would it be?"

"Well, we're not going on a case, otherwise we would've taken my truck." I bite down on my thumbnail. "What's this about, Cas?"

"We need a break, from Amara. From what we do."

"I'm glad you clarified." I clear my throat. "I haven't even met her yet."

"Just...trust me on this, okay?"

I steal a look at him. Those big ocean eyes practically bully me with their softness. I sigh through my nose. "Fine."

Cas drives us into a small town, parking the car at a diner. We both get out, and he grabs my hand as we get inside.

The interior is kind of cute. It seems on the busier side too. We're seated at a booth. Older music is playing in the speakers above.

"You look better already," Cas notes.

I give him an inquiring look. "Did I look bad before?"

"N-no, you just—your color looks better."

A waitress comes around, so Cas and I both knock out our drink and food orders. I keep a wary eye on the redhead. I'm not appreciating how she's eyeing Cas up as though he's a slab of meat.

"Something wrong, Josette?" he asks.

I focus onto him. "Nothing."

"Sometimes you can be a terrible liar."

I sigh through my nose.

"Is it because you feel exposed, without any protection?"

"No, it's not that." I rub the back of my head. I don't feel used to the haircut I'd given myself. I feel out of place. Like an outcast. Stupid demon period.

"Oh, what, the waitress? Is that the issue here?" He regards me softly. "Josette, you've got nothing to worry about." Across the table, he grabs my hand. "If I wasn't into you, I would have never done half of the things that I have for you."

"That's comforting, I think."

When our stuff comes, it's basically for me, since Cas has lost is appetite for food since becoming a full-blown angel again. I pick at the fries, chomping on the burger. I must look like a starved, deprived animal, with how I gorge myself. But hey, I'm not exactly about manners right now.

"Oh." Cas looks up. I'm swallowing another bite of burger as I look at him strangely. "It's our song."

"We've got a song?" I ask. Where was I when this happened?