《red light》不渡万山

12、第 12 章

　　He patted the spot next to him and Castiel obliged by sitting down next to him. The younger boy gave Dean a puzzled look.
　　"What is it?" he asked. Dean rolled his eyes.
　　"This isn't just any ordinary date, Cas. We're going on a freaking romantic getaway," he replied, throwing himself sideways onto the bed. "Just because you don't understand that doesn't mean we can't have fun."
　　Castiel stared at his boyfriend blankly. "Where are we going anyway?" he asked. "Are we heading to Disneyland?"
　　Dean grinned mischievously. "No," he replied as he sat up again. "We're actually going to Disneyland. In fact, we're already there. We just need to pack our stuff."
　　"Pack our stuff?" Castiel echoed.
　　"Yep," Dean responded nonchalantly. "We leave tonight."
　　"Tonight?" Castiel repeated.
　　"Yup," Dean replied. "Now come on, I packed some extra clothes for you. They should fit you fine since I bought some more sizes for you last year, but I thought we could change into something a little less formal than what you're wearing. Don't worry, I won't tell the others about the outfit until it's completely dark out."
　　Dean stood up and reached for his suitcase. He pulled out two pairs of jeans and three shirts before tossing one pair to Castiel. Once they'd changed, Dean began stuffing his own stuff inside the suitcase. After packing his toothbrush and shampoo, he also shoved some toiletries and underwear inside the suitcase as well.
　　By the time he finished packing the bags, it was nearly nine o'clock. When Dean turned around, he spotted Cas standing in the middle of the room, holding his phone in his hand.
　　"Dude," Dean exclaimed. "Why are you still in your pyjamas? Come on, we've gotta get going! You promised to give me a ride to the airport and we don't wanna be late."
　　"I... uh..." Castiel stammered, suddenly lost for words.
　　"What's wrong?" Dean asked.
　　"I forgot my bag..." Castiel mumbled quietly.
　　"Oh."
　　Castiel lowered his head slightly and shifted his weight nervously.
　　"Okay," Dean said, pulling a pair of socks from the bottom of the suitcase and handing them to Castiel. "You can use these."
　　As Dean picked up both his and Castiel's bags, he noticed that Castiel had started to tremble violently and his breathing was becoming shallow.
　　"C'mon, man," Dean muttered. "Let's go."
　　They headed outside and walked towards the Impala. On the drive to the airport, Dean could feel his stomach churning with nerves. He wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because this was his first time being on a plane; he'd never flown before. Or maybe he was nervous because he knew that Castiel was going to be with him for most of the trip, but Dean couldn't help but wonder whether that would somehow affect the other teen.
　　When they arrived at the airport, Dean parked the car in the parking garage and exited the vehicle.
　　"Alright, buddy," Dean said, turning toward Castiel. "Here's what we're gonna do. First of all, I'm going to take care of everything here and then I'll drive us home afterwards. Sound good?"
　　"Uh huh," Castiel responded absentmindedly. Dean placed his arm around his shoulder.
　　"Come on, Cassy," Dean said soothingly. "You've got this. All we have to do is wait for Bobby. Let's go grab some breakfast first, huh? What do you think? Pancakes?"
　　"Sure."
　　The two brothers began heading to the elevator, when suddenly a voice called out.
　　"Excuse me."
　　Both boys turned around and saw a young woman standing behind them, a slight smirk on her lips.
　　"Can we help you?" Dean inquired.
　　The woman shook her head and chuckled lightly.
　　"I'm afraid not," she replied. "But thank you for asking."
　　She then proceeded to step aside, allowing the two brothers to walk pass her. She watched as Dean and Castiel continued moving towards the elevator, wondering if they were aware of what exactly was happening within their family.
　　Castiel's eyes were closed while he leaned back against the seat of the Impala. His body was still feeling exhausted. He wasn't used to physical activities after spending most of his life in a hospital. But now, he finally felt rested and comfortable. It seemed like nothing would ever bother him again. He was truly happy.
　　"You look tired," Dean remarked.
　　"I am," Castiel responded.
　　Dean chuckled slightly, making Castiel open his eyes.
　　"I'm surprised you slept," he commented. "There hasn't been much chance to rest recently."
　　"I suppose," Castiel answered. "Although, I doubt there' s much rest for me here."
　　"Why do you say that?" Dean wondered.
　　"Because, after what happened earlier today, I doubt that my mother or father will even talk to me anymore. They're probably too angry with me. I mean, what else am I supposed to believe, Dean? That they would suddenly just turn against each other like that?"
　　Dean remained quiet for a second, mulling over Castiel's question. Castiel waited patiently for an answer.