A Grip On Reality (Destiel AU)

On The Road Again

I wasn't sure I could face him.

What would he say?

What would he do?

I was all kinds of discombobulated.

I soon gathered my strength and approached him.

"Cas...-" He let the sentence hang.

"I know. I'm an idiot."

"You wrote that?"

Not the response I was anticipating.

I looked him dead in the eyes. "What?"

"Did you... did you write that?"

I paused briefly before answering. "Yeah."

I could've sworn I saw him grin. "It was great."

"It... it was?"

"Yeah," He paused. "Um... did you... did you write that... about... y'know... us? About... what happened?"

I sighed. "Yeah. I did. A long time ago."

"It was really something."

"It was a hit on YouTube back in '15."

He nodded. "Yeah?"

"Yep. Learned to play guitar, and I found myself writing a song as a way to... get out all my emotions."

"Well it sounds great. You're really talented."

I blushed. "Dean, you know I can't take a compliment. I never believe them anyway." I chuckled softly.

"Well you should. 'Cause it's true."

I chuckled again. "No it's not." I mumbled.

"Is too."

I looked him in the eye for the longest time before looking away again. "We should go. Time's a wastin'." I chuckled awkwardly.

I headed out to the car, Dean following close behind. "Still lettin' me drive?" I asked him.

He sighed, obviously remembering what he agreed to. "Fine." He gave me the keys, and I soon drove us away from the bar, heading for Canada.

It wasn't long before I realized Dean had fallen asleep. It didn't surprise me; after all, he drank half a fuckin' beer. Hardcore party animal, this one.

I began to reminisce about May of 2015. When I made that video. I didn't expect it to go very far, but it did. I was pretty well known for that song. But, just like everything does, it slowly faded away. But as a great man once said; it's better to burn out than fade away.

I wish I burned out. Fading away, that's like slow death. Slow torture.

I did that song before I took off without a trace. I did go to that stupid school in that stupid town in that stupid state. It was so fuckin' stupid.

A lot happened to me there. A lot that I couldn't handle. I hated it, so I left. End of story.

There was actually a lot I wanted to do on YouTube. A bunch of stupid stuff, really. Nothing very good at all. But I was just a teen, after all. I wasn't Tyler fuckin' Oakley.

Only fifty miles till Canada. Fuck, I was beat. I knew I needed to sleep, especially after what happened last time I drove, but I was too stubborn. I had to keep going.

It wasn't long before my eyelids grew heavier and heavier. I had to pull over, I knew that, but I was dead set on getting to Canada. Right fucking now.