mémoire

part six

"You're late," Bobby smiled at Sam and Dean as they walked into his house.

"By a minute," Dean rolled his eyes. "Don't gang up on me, it's not my fault. I've got a license, but no car. Charlie swung by the apartment and picked up Sam and dropped us off." He nudged Sam.

"Yeah," Sam nodded, still trying to flatten his hair. "I have evidence. Charlie's constantly messing up my hair."

They all sat down at Bobby's table to a meal, and when they were finished, they sat around talking. Bobby asked about school, and they told him about how it was going and what they planned to do, et cetera, et cetera. Dean noticed Sam kept checking his phone and rolled his eyes with a small smile. "Sammy, you can text your girlfriend later."

"Whatever, Dean," Sam shot back as Dean checked his phone. "You can text your boyfriend later too."

"Boyfriend?" Bobby asked, looking at Dean. "Now that's a new one. You told me 'bout Sam's girl, but not your boy."

Dean's face flushed and he bit his lips, trying to think about how to word it. "Yeah," he sighed. "Castiel."

"He got a last name?"

"Novak."

Dean looked over at Sam, who was smirking triumphantly. "And when did you get together?"

"Yesterday. Now shut up, Sam."

"What's this kid like?" Bobby asked, then pointed a finger at Sam, who had opened his mouth to answer for Dean. "I'll get to you in a second. Don't think I don't want to hear about your girl."

"He's smart, sarcastic, insane-"

"Insane?"

"By insane, I mean an adrenaline junkie."

"And how do you know this?" Bobby raised an eyebrow.

"Well- uh- he tried to get me to play chicken." Dean paused. "On the train tracks."

"What?!" Sam's eyes widened. "You're kidding me? You didn't-"

"I didn't do it, believe me. I almost did though, since I had to pull the son of a bitch off of the tracks."

"You sure he ain't an idiot?" Bobby was frowning and Dean had to bite his lips.

"I'm sure. He's actually really nice, he's just... Difficult, I suppose. You have to know him to understand that some of the stuff he does is nice."

Bobby gave an approving nod and Dean smiled slightly.

"Now, Sam. Name."

"Jessica Moore."

"How long have you been together?"

"Since last week."

"What's she like?"

"Smart, funny, pretty, strong, opinionated..."

When they got home that night, Dean found a note on the door to their apartment. The writing was definitely not Castiel's. It was girly and loopy. He smirked and handed the note to Sam as he unlocked the door, watching Sam smile and read as he walked into his bedroom.

Dean walked into his own room, dropping down on the bed to undo his shoes and take them off. He tossed them into the closet, a frown coming across his lips when he realized something was out of place in the room.

There was a skateboard against the wall beside the closet. Dean smiled and shook his head with a sigh, pulling out his phone to text Castiel. 'You left your board.'

'can I pick it up tomorrow?'

'Sure, but it'll cost you.'

'cost me what?'