Dear Addiction

Chapter fourteen

It was later that night, the late september air barely containing a chill, while the park they had just stepped into covered them in the unusual darkness that seemed impossible to find in New York. Even if the park seemed like a different world, there were still the smallest signs of the city, the hazy sky that was never clean enough to show the stars. The distant sound of traffic, and of course the garbage that scattered the path.

That was the thing Dean hated most about New York, there was no getting away from it.

He brought the spoon slowly to his lips as they walked, the taste of rocky road ice cream filling his mouth. In front of them Jack ran with his own bowl of ice cream.

"Did you like the movie?" Dean asked. Cas hummend in question, looking over to Dean, through the darkness the small features of his face were unnoticeable, only his sharp noise, and smile as he looked at Dean. "From a few nights ago?"

"Oh," Cas nodded in understanding, "it was odd, I don't understand why the car flew at the end."

Dean smiled, they walked close enough that at times Dean could feel the other's trench coat, hear his quiet breaths. So close that if Dean moved his hand even the slightest, it would graze across Castiel's. "I don't really get it either, lots of people suggest they're dead and that's them going to heaven or some bullshit like that but I don't know."

"It seems like lazy writing."

"Right!" Dean cried in agreeance. "Lot's of old movies are like that, new movies aren't much better, they're all just fucking remakes and sequels."

Cas laughed, looking away from Dean for the first time since they'd stepped into the park and to the ground, a smile still resting across his lips. "I did have fun though." Cas said, his words seeming to hang for a second through the silent park, weighing  down on Dean's heart

"Me too," He replied softly, glancing away from Castiel for barely a second before he looked back, He wanted to stare at the other man, be even closer, where he could see every shade of blue in his eyes and the exact details of his lips. "Are you-" Dean hesitated for a second, "Are you free another weekend to watch another one?"

"Next weekend?"

"Awesome!" Dean said, "Star trek?"

Castiel opened his mouth to reply, though the sudden screaming cut him off. Both men looked up to the path in front of them, and to Jack who was running towards them sobbing. "Daddy!" He screamed running to Cas in tears.

"What is it bee?" Cas asked, as he crouched down so he sat at the same height as his son.

"My- My," Jack began through sobs. "My ice cream falled!"

"I told you to be careful."

"Daddy!" Jack sobbed again, grabbing at Cas's arm and shaking it. "More pwease!"

"We don't have more."

"He can have mine" Dean offered  

Both Cas and Jack looked up to Dean, Jack already frantically nodding his head. He let go of Cas's arm, and ran to Dean, looking up at him. "You don't have to Dean."

"Really, it's fine." Dean handed Jack his bowl of ice cream, the child screaming in excitement.

"What do we say Jack?"

"Thanks you!"

Jack put a spoonful of the ice cream, before running to a bridge up ahead, Dean and Cas following close behind. It was small, only a foot or so above the creek it arched over. Jack had stopped at the beginning of it, and instead had crouched down the water, with one arm raised in an attempt to attract one of the ducks. Dean and Cas continued walking until they reached the top of the arch where they stopped, both resting their elbows on the railing.