Bingo!

Chapter 6 ~ sweet cherry pie

Dean got a text from Cas as he drove into town. He looked while he was driving, because Dean never looks at the effing road, as we all know.

Cas: Sup?

Dean slowed down at the crossroads (yes yes I know) and texted back as he waited for the mass of cars to slow down and let a snazzy Chevy through.

Dean: Not a lot, just headed into town.

Dean: What about you?

One car halted and waved at Dean to go through. Dean raised a hand back and looked at his phone again.

Cas: Ooh, im in town 2

Dean: Look I'm driving and I see a policeman so cya later?

Dean swiftly put his phone in his lap before he passed the cop, who glanced at him without being suspicious. He picked it up again when he was at least a little out of sight.

Cas: K cya

Dean grinned as he pulled into a car park (fight me) nearish to the town centre, with very not-straight parking. He didn't know why Cas made him this happy, but he felt like there was a golden balloon inside that threatened to burst him open in an explosion of happiness and rainbows.

Dean was walking towards a bookshop when it started to rain, quite heavily too. He tried just continuing to walk, but it got too wet, so he gave up and ran the last 50 meters with his jacket over his head.

He dashed into the entrance of the bookshop and shook off as much as he could without throwing water around the smallish room filled with books he was in. Then he went towards a random section. He hadn't actually been in here before.

Dean muttered to himself as he tried to find the self help section. "Travel... baking... why is fifty shades next to the kids section?... there it is. Self help."

He took a step back to look at quite an impressive self help section, and to see the kind of stuff he was looking for. He needed to find something to help Sam. Just a therapist clearly wasn't cutting it, and he refused to take meds.

He always said something about not wanting to get reliant on them, and demon blood, and the apocalypse, and jewels or something? Dean didn't know what the hell Sammy was on about, but he figured he'd leave it.

He picked up something about "anxiety disorders and how to heal them," but he put it back on the shelf quickly. The same happened with a load of the other ones. They were all too chuckdamn hippie.

He was trying to find a slightly more straightforward guide when he felt a light tap on his shoulder, he turned around. It was our favourite trench-coated socially-awkward extremely-literal angel. The front part of his hair was plastered across his forwards by water from the rain outside, and Dean had to resist reaching out and floofing it up like normal.

"Oh jeez, hi," Dean said. "Dude, you freaked me out!" He said it more annoyedly than he would have, but he was trying to hide the fact that he was hella happy to see him, even if they had seen eachother, like, two days ago.

"Sorry," Cas said, looking down. "I was genuinely just trying to find something else, but then I saw you."

Dean grinned. "And did you, by any chance, decide to find this thing because you knew I was in town?"

Cas blushed and looked down. Dean laughed.

"C'mon, let's get out of here," Dean said. Then he looked back at the bookshelf. He really needed to get something for his brother...

"You ok? Dean?" Cas' voice brought Dean back. "You need anything else?"

"Nah, we're cool," Dean said, turning back to his boyf - to Cas. "Let us jingle."