The Perfect Crime [ABANDONED]

Asylum

Fair warning, this chapter is long. It's 3.5k words, but it's Destiel so....it's worth it. And listen to the song!

Dean leaned back in his seat as he sped down the back road, enjoying the wind in his hair. He had rolled down the windows about twenty minutes are, and Castiel seemed to be enjoying the air and the sun's slow decline into the horizon. A part of Dean had forgotten Castiel's presence. He never felt this calm when other people were around. Whenever anyone was around, it was like Dean had to prove himself. He had to be a good brother, a good friend, a good boyfriend. And here, in Bobby's old car that needed a fresh paint job and a better speaker system, Dean felt good. He felt like, for once, he wasn't worried about what other people thought about him. He could forget about the fact that he was a foster kid who had just come from an abusive temporary home, that his best friend's little brother was in a coma, that Dean had done all he could to save him and he still didn't know if it was enough. And he didn't have to think about how that night had been the last time he had seen Lisa, and he didn't really miss her. 

"Can I play a song?" Castiel asked suddenly. Dean glanced over to where Castiel had a hold of the phone cord that was hooked to the car (who would defame such a nice car with something like that was behind Dean) with expective blue eyes. Dean nodded. He wondered what music Castiel liked. 

"Yeah, go for it. You don't need to get home, right?" Dean asked. Castiel shook his head. 

"If I'm being honest, I don't really have a home to go home to," Castiel said with a chuckle. Dean glanced away from the empty backroad to look at Castiel. He admired the way his dark hair looked unkept in just the right way like he had spent a day surfing or mountain climbing and the wind had blown it this way and that. His eyebrows were furrowed as he plugged his phone into the carport, biting his bottom lip as he scrolled through his music library. 

"I know what you mean," Dean said quietly, looking back at the road. "I don't think I've ever really had a home. I mean, Bobby seems pretty cool." Dean looked over at Castiel. "He's my foster parent at the moment." 

"I figured," Castiel said, glancing over at Dean. Dean had to look back at the road, for fear that he'd get lost in Castiel's eyes and forget how to drive. He had never really met anyone with eyes that shade of blue. "Lucifer packed Gabe and me up and left my parent's home a month or so ago." 

"Why?" Dean asked. He almost added if-you-don't-mind-me-asking but didn't. He had never felt so open to someone before. He didn't tell strangers about being a foster kid who had never known what home felt like. 

"My parents thought it was my fault that I was Unmarked. They said I was pushing away my soulmate because I was attracted to males," Castiel said. "There was this place...a conversion camp. My parents sent me for three months. I was supposed to come home for two weeks and then go back, but Lucifer took Gabe and me and left." 

"I'm sorry," Dean said as his eyes marveled at the beauty of the sun fading behind the horizon, lighting the sky with golds and reds that mixed and melded together. "There's nothing wrong with you. Just so you know. I think that...I think that having a soulmate doesn't mean anything." 

"It means that you've found someone for you to love," Castiel said. 

"Have you ever been in love? Or started falling in love with something, or a moment, or..." Dean started. He trailed off as he realized that's what this was, that he was so in love with this moment. How could he not be in love with this moment? All his life he had been tied to his responsibilities, the things that everyone was expecting of him, he didn't know what freedom felt like. But that's what this was, wasn't it? If he chose, he could have kept driving forever.