Unlikely Lovers

Chapter 4

The dim morning sunlight crept through the curtains, lightly dancing over Castiel's tired eyes. His eyes were heavy from the good nights sleep, he dreaded having to open them and face the day. The bed was much comfier then the floor, and the blankets provided substantial warmth. The pillow was cool and soft, relaxing the tense muscles in his neck. With all these things that he'd never even had before, it still felt like something was missing, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. The smell of pancakes cooking spread through the small motel room, enveloping his nose with the delicious smell. After finally opening his eyes he looked over to the bed next to his, where Dean had slept. The blankets were in a heap and no one was in the bed. Cas threw the blankets off himself and the cool air nipped at his bare skin. Quickly he threw on his clothes that he had come with, since he had slept in just his boxers and didn't bring a change of clothes. He made his way into the small kitchen where he found Sam sitting patiently and the small table while Dean cooked pancakes. Cas leaned against the door way smiling at the sight. For a second he thought this was his family.

"Mornin' Cas, pancakes?" Dean asked flipping them onto a plate.

"If there's enough." Cas replied. He didn't want to eat all of their food. Dean had to provide for his little brother and himself. He didn't yet know that everyone else came before Dean.

"There's enough, don't worry about it. Have a seat."

Cas sat down across from Sam and Dean placed the plates of pancakes in front of each of them. Without hesitation Sam dug in, although he ate slowly, savoring each bite. In a lot of ways Sam and Dean were very different; perhaps because Dean always provided for Sam, and the only one to look after Dean was himself. Cas began eating soon after Dean had sat down. Cas and Sam had food in front of them, but Dean didn't. Cas just assumed he had already ate.

"Is school cancelled again today?" Cas asked curiously.

"No, but that doesn't mean you have to go." Dean muttered.

Cas tilted his head, confused. "You mean... skip school?" Castiel had never missed a day of school, even if he was sick; which he rarely was.

"Cmon Cas. Live a little! You can miss one day. Besides, I'll take you wherever you want to go." Dean smirked.

"Well I'm still going to school." Sam replied with his mouth still full.

"That's fine Sammy. I'll take you."

Cas thought it over for a bit, he really didn't want to go to school. It's just one day, how bad could it be? Finally, after pondering a bit, Cas agreed that he would spend the day with Dean.

"Okay. But if I get in trouble, I'm blaming you." He teased.

Dean smiled a bit and turned to Sam.
"Ready Sammy?"

"Yup!" He jumped up and flung his bag over his shoulder, opening the passenger door to Dean's car.

"Actually Sam, why don't you sit in the back for today."

Sam looked a little disappointed at the thought, but still did as his brother said.

"Cas wanna ride shotgun?"

Cas smiled and sat in the passenger seat, staying silent until Sam was at school.

When they did arrive at the school, Castiel's heart was beating a mile a minute, he was afraid that a teacher might see him not getting out of the car but no one did. They drove out of the parking lot just as fast as they got there; which wasn't very fast.

"So do you have anything in mind as to where you want to go?" Dean asked.

"No clue... Surprise me?"

Dean smiled coyly as he had an idea that he had always wanted to do.

"You got it." And with that they drove off.

Cas looked out the window as Dean drove, looking at all the snow covered branches of trees, and the rocky old asphalt. They were on the outskirts of town and Castiel didn't recognize anything, since he had never been out this far.

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise. Don't worry, we're almost there. You'll find out soon enough." Dean smiled.

Cas sighed, as he didn't have much patience for anything.

Dean pulled into a nearly empty parking lot, only a couple cars were scattered in front of the building. The letters read; Ice Skating Rink.

Castiel looked up at the letters as he followed Dean to the front doors. He wondered what the day would entail, since he had never been ice skating before. In fact, there were plenty of things he had never done before.
Once inside, the two walked up to the rental desk and gave the man their shoe sizes and each received a pair of ice skates.

"I've never done this before, what if I fall and break my head?" Cas asked as he was lacing up his skates.

Dean let out a small chuckle, "Don't worry, I'll be there to catch you if you fall." He smiled.

Cas smiled nervously, lacing up the other skate. Dean finished soon after and stood up.

"How do you walk in these things?"

"Like you normally walk. Except now you're walking on a thin blade until you get to the ice." Dean said holding out his hand. "Come on, I'll make sure you don't fall."

Cas smiled, taking Dean's hand. Slowly he stood up and began to walk quite wobbly. Dean guided him like a parent teaching their child how to ride a bike. Cas nearly stumbled but caught his balance.

Dean was first to step out onto the ice, Cas soon followed.

"Okay, now how do you skate?" Cas asked with a bit of worry in his voice.

"It's quite easy, actually. Here, I'll show you." Dean pushed off the ice, skating around the outside of the ring. "See? You just push off the ice, but your feet have to be at a sort of angle as you do it."

Cas took in this new information, slowly skating towards Dean.

Dean smiled wide, "See! You got it!"

And then suddenly Cas fell hitting his knees on the solid ice and falling to his side.

Dean frowned, slightly disappointed as he had spoken too soon. He glided towards Cas and helped him to his feet. "You alright?"

"I'm fine." Cas lied, the ice really hurt his knees, he really didn't want to continue skating. But of course he did, because it meant he would be with Dean. "Just don't leave me by myself."

"Don't worry, I won't" Dean smiled and they skated side by side. Cas nearly fell again but Dean grabbed his hand and supported his arm, keeping him up.

Cas looked down at their hands, taking into consideration the warmth and how right it felt. "Don't let go."

"Never."