Bingo!

Chapter 8 ~ Impromptu dates and bees

Just so you guys know, this chapter is just gonna be fluff. Like, loads of fluff. Fluff. Fluffy fluff fluff. FLUFF. Be ready.

"Are you suurrrreee you can't tell me where the hell we're going?"

"Yup," Cas said.

"Are you really though?" Dean looked at Cas and then nearly swerved off the road and into a rogue lamppost. Stupid lampposts spewing their bodily fluids everywhere.

"Yes."

"Even if I give you a present?"

Cas seemed to... contemplate it for a moment before shaking his head. "Trust me, this'll be the present."

"You're no fun," Dean said grumpily.

"Well-"

"Don't answer that."

"Turn left here," Cas said, "we're nearly there."

Dean turned Baby left and off the motorway. The turning took them into some woods, full of oak trees and all that shit. Seriously, don't ask me what kinda trees there are. Yes Laurie I'm talking to you.

Dappled shadows rippled over Destiel's faces as Cas kept instructing him and still refusing to tell Dean what was going on. Somehow it was still light at four o'clock in December. It's super-

Finally, they pulled into a small car park, just flat gravel with enough space for twenty cars to park. Cas got out and met Dean at the Impala's hood.

"So what's this about?" Dean said.

Cas grinned shyly. "Well I figured we should probably have another date at some point."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, funnily enough I got that Cas, but where the hell are we?"

"It's a common," Cas said. "Like a park. Ever heard of a park?"

"Shuddup," Dean said. He shoved Cas (lightly, he's not that mean (I mean I say that)) and he shoved back. Then Dean fake-punched Cas in the arm and Cas basically launched himself at Dean and Dean started tickling Cas and they had a tickle fight. And there may or may not have been a couple of sneaky kisses in the middle.

Couple of minutes later, both of them were breathing heavily. "I... goddamn... hate you, Dean Winchester," he panted. "And you weren't meant to find out that I was ticklish."

"I might have started it... but you escalated it, sweetheart," Dean said back. "Anyway, what's the deal with this place?"

Cas did the squinty thing in confusion. "Um, we walk? And talk?"

"Yeah, maybe more than just talking," Dean muttered under his breath, but Cas didn't hear him. (At least that's what Dean thinks). "Shall we?"

Cas just nodded and took Dean's hand in his own, intertwining their fingers. Dean rubbed his thumb over Cas' smooth skin, and he saw Cas smile softly next to him, in this way that Dean was pretty sure was gonna be the death of him. The corners of his lips only just moved up, but it felt private and personal and just for Dean.

As they walked along the path into the forest, hands swinging like a banana between them (Don't ask it came in my head) (LAURIE DON'T DO IT), they started talking.

"Dean, I have an important question..."

"Yeah?" Dean asked, biting his lip.

"Do bees have eyelashes?"

Dean thought for a moment, then stopped walking suddenly. He'd never thought about it, but "Holy shit I don't know?"

Cas stayed where he was, letting their arms stretch between them, almost taut. "I've been thinking about it, and I have no idea and I need your help."