It's just us, Cas // Destiel

Chapter 3

Castiel felt shot down. Ran over. Hanging by a nail. How could he get back in this car with this man he's known only a few hours? You can't always trust attractive guys, even if they do acknowledge you as a person and tell you their own dark secrets with their beautiful green eyes.... Cas shook his head. No. This was not okay. He shouldn't trust Dean!

Cas glanced at Dean, trying to figure this man out. No, he couldn't trust him. But he wanted too. Desperately.

Dean was staring out the windshield, his eyes focused and his body tensed. He was nervous. Cas just felt limp, and unsure... As always. He never seemed to do the right thing. What if this was a mistake?! No.. He needed to stop pounding himself with questions and worries, it was only making him more confused and terrified.

"Dean, " Cas said, his throat dry. He needed water.

"yeah, " Deans eyes slightly moved more to the right, adjusting his peripheral vision so that he could see Cas's face a little more clear, but still keeping his eyes on the road. Deans stomach churned.

"We should stop to get food, " Cas shifted nervously, "I... I have my own money, " He fumbled through his Wallet and pursed his lips, scrunching his forehead in the process. Yeah, he had money... Three dollars and sixty two cents.

Dean bent his head lower, his chin almost touching the base of his neck, his eyebrows raised questioningly, "And how much money does a lonely homeless man like you have? "

Cas coughed into his hand, looking down at his feet. Shit. Shit. Shit. "Three dollars and sixty two cents... " Cas mumbled. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Dean tossed his head back and smiled, a glint in his eyes, "Oh, well I guess I'll have to kick you out. I'm not paying for a sore sap like you, Herman."

Cas gulped and wiped the sweat from his brow. He knew this was a bad idea, "I... I'm...I don't know.. " He fumbled for words and dropped his wallet, the coins splayed all across the floor of the impala, "Oh.. I'm sorry.. I.. " he shook his head and bent to pick the money up.

Dean glanced down at Cas, his eyes kind and his smile decreasing, "Hey... Man. I was kidding. Of course I can pay for you. How about a chili cheese burger? I know a great place about eight miles from here. " Dean smirked, raising one brow.

Cas picked his wallet up and rung it in his hands, bending the leather, "Yeah... Thanks, Dean. " Cas exhaled the nervous breath he didn't know he was holding.

They drove in silence and Dean sighed, would it ever become less awkward? But the important question was, Dean realized .... how long was Cas going to stay with him.

The diner was small, but busy. Heavy Built stereotypical biker dudes with their cruddy vests and the scruffy long beards and the tattooed beef cake arms, and the string bean men alone with their sweater vests and their canon cameras, and the girls with their travel bags and their feathered hair. It was amazing. All these unique people. It made Cas wonder what him and Dean looked like to everyone. A couple of friends? A stranger buying a homeless man a lunch? Something more?.....

"Hey, heads up Daisy chain... Your hot potatoes are here, " Dean nudged Cas from across the table and alarmed him out of his daze. Cas looked up and smiled at the warm plate of mashed potatoes and beef lying before him, heat curling up from the food. It was a luxury to Cas. All he's eaten for the past couple of months were cheap, cold deli foods and potato chips from gas stores. He was so thankful.