Who: Castiel and Dean Winchester. What: A suggestion Where: By the Impala When: Friday morning Warnings: Not likely
It was about the last thing he wanted to do, say, offer. It was the last thing he wanted to live through, save one exception, but he couldn't claim to love Dean and not suggest it. He shoved his phone in his pocket and slopped his way to the car he knew Dean would be heading towards. He had a soft spot for the thing himself, especially now he had such good memories of it, (even if car sex was a little awkward. It was worth it.)
He knew he would have to tell Jo, especially if Dean took up his suggestion. He only hoped she'd forgive him. They would need each other.
There he was, morning sun on his hair, clothes subdued as always. Dean. His Dean. He walked straight up to Baby and leaned against the wheel arch, hands in his pockets, looking fake-relaxed. "Hey sexy," he said, his tone a little flat.