Dear Addiction

Chapter twelve

"You don't listen to my music, which I don't blame you, it's utter crap, but what do you listen to Led Zeppelin?" Cas shook his head, "AC/DC? Metallica? Fuck Taylor Swift?"

"No, I've never found music incredibly interesting."

"Bullshit."

"Dean, why would I lie to you?"

"I don't know! But you don't watch movies, and you don't listen to music!" Dean said, "do you just sit around all day doin' nothin'?" Dean popped the trunk of his impala throwing his and Castiel's grocery bags into it before he slammed it shut. When he'd double checked that it was locked they began walking out of the grocery store parking lot, and onto the fairly empty streets, thanks to it being an early Tuesday morning. Dean tugged his jacket around his body as they walked the early sepetembr air holding an unavoidable chill.

"I read."

"Fuck you're just like Sam!"

From the corner of Dean's eye he could see Castiel glance towards him, only for a quick second before he looked back to Jack who held his hand. Even still it was enough to make Dean's stomach twist. Bringing a heat to his neck, and a nervousness that he never had expected to feel. It wasn't bad, just different.

"So you read? What else?"

"I like astronomy." 

"You spend your day, readin', and lookin' at stars?"

"And looking after Jack."

Dean looked over to Cas as they walked, a smile across his face, "You're such a fuckin' dork, we need t'find you some music."

"I thought we were getting lunch."

"Not anymore." Dean immediately stopped walking, the person walking behind barely having time to avoid hitting him. He looked up the streets, and back the way they'd come from, all the shops just a mix of various cafes and clothing shops. He'd never been this part of the city, though he was sure it was the same as the rest, meaning some kind of record store had to be somewhere. He grabbed Castiel's upper right arm, careful to avoid his cast, and gave it a small tug in the direction of an alleyway, Cas following without another argument.

It continued on for another ten minutes, Dean aimlessly wandering up and down various streets, while Castiel and Jack followed close behind until they came up to a small record shop. It couldn't have been much bigger than Sam's living room. The center of the room filled with bins of records, while the left wall was hung with guitars and the right with stacks of cd's, across the back a man was standing behind a desk, aimlessly flipping through a magazine.

The moment they stepped in Jack ran off to the guitars, Cas quick to follow behind, "please be  careful," Cas called, though it did little help as Jack began tugging on one of the guitar straps. Dean himself turned to the stacks of CD's and began to sort through their small selection. Choosing out his favourites, a mix of Led Zeppelin and AC/DC, and making small comments to himself as he found artist's he didn't particularly enjoy.

He'd collected at least half of the Led Zeppelin selection and had just begun sorting through AC/DC when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned, immediately being met by his own image on a record cover. It was his second official album, thankfully one that wasn't a close up but a distant shot of him lent against the impala. "I want this one," Castiel declared. He had the record raised so it covered his face, giving Dean nowhere else to look.

"No you don't," Dean said, with his free hand, he took the record from Castiel and placed it onto a shelf of cd's. "That guy's a fucking douche."

"He likes to think he is." Castiel looked up at Dean giving him the softest smile.