"We're almost there," Sam said as he gently shook Harry awake, having just parked by a gas station. Harry had been out of it the past several hours, which Sam hoped would mean that he was well-rested. "I bought you a coke if you fancy one. Bobby's gonna have something to feed us."
Probably would have picked up something for them from the diner and Sam knew he had to let himself be fed. That was how it was with family. At least Bobby didn't cook himself, that took some of the pressure off. "Do you wanna freshen up? Or, you know, just go for a piss?"
"Uh?" Harry asked, half asleep as he sat up and pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head so he could rub at his sore eyes. Looking around at the gas station, he frowned and tried not to pull a face. Oh damn, they were full redneck now - the aesthetics. "How long was I asleep?"
He ruffled his messy hair and yawned as he took the coke and opened it, taking a long sip before setting it into the cupholder. Driving from Stanford to Dakota? Fucking wild, he never would have done it without Sam but that was part of the fun, wasn't it? He opened his side door and let himself out. "I'm definitely gonna take a piss. Maybe brush my teeth."
"Here's your bag. Told you you'd need one." Harry had stared at Sam weirdly when he'd suggested he pack a toiletry bag, but Sam was a well-seasoned traveller. He handed the bag to him after getting out of the car himself, deciding he might as well stretch his legs a little. "You've been solidly asleep for the past six hours or so. Slept like an angel, so cute."
He teased him a little and then turned to look at himself in the side mirror, just to make sure his hair wasn't too much of a mess. He knew Bobby wouldn't care, but that was still essentially his father figure. He didn't want to disrespect him by not putting any effort in.
"I think you also had a point about a better coat." He had his wool coat so that was already better than the leather jacket he'd planned, now there would have been a problem. It was fucking freezing out here. "My nipples could cut glass and I have layers." He shook his head in disbelief as he took his toiletry bag from Sam and held it up in appreciation.
"Right, if I don't come back in ten, I've either frozen to death trying to take a piss or a bear ate me." Harry warned as he headed towards the truck stop bathroom. What fresh hell was this going to be. "I heard about these redneck truck stop bathrooms - they better not disappoint!"
"Have a good time," Sam called after him, amused more than anything. As was usual around Harry, he just made life fun in his strange little way. He decided he'd offer a sweater to him later and then just stood there, waiting for him to come back out. Then a group of three women travelling together called him over to ask whether he knew anything about car engines and, therefore, by the time that Harry did come back out, Sam was bent over the open hood of the women's car, one of them holding his jacket for him while he inspected the engine.
It really wasn't that surprising.
"It's not a major issue, you just need to replace the spark plugs. Common issue with cars like this. I'm sure they've got a replacement for you inside." He gestured to the spark plug in question and the women simply nodded in agreement.
"Thank you so much. We're so lucky you were here!"
Well, the good news was that he didn't get eaten by a bear. The bad news was, his boyfriend got himself surrounded by vultures. And they all wanted one thing. Harry tossed his toiletries into the backseat of the car and then just walked over to the group. The girls gave him a look but Harry didn't mind, he just leaned against the side of the car and watched Sam look at the engine for a few. Then he reached over and slapped his ass.
"Hey, roadside hunk, you're not triple A. Get your helpfully sexy self back to the car before the snow makes these roads impossible to get through." Which, given they were in South Dakota, was actually very possible.
Harry turned to the girls, smiling like a shark. Nice try, ladies. "We're going to meet the parents and we wouldn't want to be late. Sorry, ladies. But I'm sure sure that guy at the checkout will help you out." And that guy was quite the downgrade.
Sam had yelped at the unexpected slap and turned around with a red face, ready to give some woman a stern talking to. Instead there was Harry, so he was still blushing, but also grinning and shaking his head.
"Spark plug. Trust me," he said to the women again and then he reached for Harry's hand so they could walk back over to the car, talking to him. "They always try to pull a fast one on people at a place like this, so it's good to give them some intel. Especially with women drivers, they think they can just cheat them out of money."
He opened the passenger door for Harry, holding it like a gentleman. "You're looking and smelling minty fresh."
"Oh yeah, wouldn't want anyone to be pulling a fast one." Harry kissed Sam on the cheek, just to really hammer home that yeah - this scrawny little twink did indeed pull the hot guy. The gays were invading South Dakota and they were ruthless. Harry dropped into his seat and waited for Sam to join him, until the door was shut, before he let him in on it.
"They were hitting on you. Their eyes were on you like hungry dogs, man. I swear, I walk away for like five minutes and you're someone's eye candy." He rolled his eyes and watched the girls, who were watching them, mostly looking confused and a little off-put. "Don't get many of us queers around here, huh?"
Those were faces of people who did not expect the gay.
"Nah... Guess not." Sam looked over to the girls and felt a mixture of embarrassment, protectiveness, anger and a fierce loyalty. So he leaned over once he'd driven the car zo to where the women were, leaning over to kiss Harry properly. Then, with a smile, he waved to the women and drove off. Fuck all of that. He didn't want to let himself be bothered.
"It's kind of a conservative area. It's a bit shit." He wasn't about to defend it. "But I promise that Bobby's not like that. He's open-minded, he just looks and talks like a redneck hick. He's well read though and he thinks everyone around where he lives is an idiot. He kinda thinks everyone's an idiot, honestly."
"You'll always have the coolest car," Sam told his brother as he walked out, wearing his winter coat and a hat, the gloves in his pockets for now. They were going into the woods to cut down a tree in the snow, he wasn't going to underdress for that.
He walked over to the Impala and got into the passenger seat, feeling that instant wave of familiarity. Not enough to combat the ball of icy lead permanently at the pit of his stomach since their argument, but whatever. He listened to the song that was playing, unsurprised to hear one from the usual selection. Matteo never changed. He didn't want him to change. He just wished Matteo would be all right with Sam changing.
"You know a good place to drive to? Bobby named a few."
"Oh yeah, the same place those gougers get their trees. It's like 20 minutes from here. You can do it faster but I'm not damaging my baby going off road." Matty pulled out of the drive and turned the car around, heading towards the road. He knew that it was awkward, of course it was, Sam was probably still upset and he knew he'd fucked up. He didn't handle this well - he was mad and annoyed but Sam was still his brother. His everything, honestly.
"I'm gonna put my hands up on this one, Sammy." Matty started as they began down the road towards the woodland. "I fucked up. I was a dick."
And he wasn't afraid to cut the bullshit. He could man up and admit he was a dick. "I ain't saying I regret everything I said but I crossed a line. So - my bad, let's not get all stuck on it, yeah?"
Sam wasn't sure what to do with that. He almost would have preferred if Matty hadn't brought it up at all and it had just stayed awkwardly hanging between them. Wouldn't have resolved anything but at least he wouldn't have been left with the question that he now had to ask. "What line did you cross?"
Because that really depended on whether he could even accept this apology. "I didn't mean to upset you." He could say that much, at least. "I'm not doing anything to upset you."
"Trust me, it's gonna be a fun watch. And not like Halloween at all. I mean, people die but in an action way. Just bad guys. Just German asshats." Matty explained as he took a sip of his coke, driving them over to Bobby's. He hadn't introduced anyone to Cas yet, not cause he was ashamed or anything, Sammy wasn't around and he wasn't 13 and no longer had to introduce his friends to his father figure.
Now seemed like good timing, they could watch a movie and do some Christmas stuff. "You ready for some Christmassy action?"
"I'm not sure," Castiel said, as honestly as he said everything else. There were some nerves right now. Meeting the most important person in Matty's life, Sam, and someone almost as important, Bobby.
Christmas, he was never sure how he felt about that. Anything tied to religion. And, last but not least, another one of the movies Matty adored. They tended to be rather difficult to parse for Castiel. He was hoping this one would be easier.
"How is your brother? He must be having a busy academic year." That he knew a little more about. "It is good he gets to relax with you. And watch asshats die hard."
"Oh yeah, he was real busy. Got himself a boyfriend and everything. I know, right? But don't say anything, the kid had cancer so you can't dunk of his shitty hair." Matty wisely informed Castiel, figuring other people needed to be warned because why else would they just be nice to someone. "He's not been relaxing with me, mostly macking on his boyfriend. Though we did get a tree."
It was still awkward but things were improving, little by little, especially now Matty couldn't be mean to Harry. "Family, man, it's an absolute nightmare."
"I miss my family. I don't think it is wise to look for them. They were misguided, but they meant well." Castiel was not sure whether he could really talk about family much. He had never had a family like they were in the sitcoms and movies Matty recommended and they were not much like the stories Matty shared either, yet he wanted to discuss it with him, so he shared his perspective.
"I was not going to say anything about anyone's hair." Castiel wanted to make sure Matty knew that. It seemed important. "I always liked decorating the tree. We had a big one at church, everyone would decorate it together."
It was a good memory. He had always liked Christmas.
"You can help this year. Besides, I could use some back up. It's just me trying to deal with whatever phase Sammy is in. He's got his friend, I got mine." Of course, he didn't think of Cas like his boyfriend but the phrasing was awkward so he tried not to focus on it. "We'll decorate, I'll make eggnog and we'll have a proper Christmas this year. Not here, you can come over to mine. It'll be less crowded."
And they could watch good movies and eat all of the turkey. Literally just all of it.
As they pulled into the scrapyard, Matty slowed down and turned to Cas. "You excited for some intros and movies?"
"I'm very nervous," Castiel said with complete honesty again, as he took a steadying breath. At least he didn't look nervous. He just looked like always. That did have advantages.
"I am glad that I can be your friend. Like Samuel has his friend." He was on the same level as Sam's boyfriend. Interesting. Castiel smiled to himself as he got out of the car and walked around it so that he could approach the door next to Matty. Time to meet people that mattered. He hoped he'd do well.
"How do you put the nog in the egg?," he asked, just as Matty opened the door.
"I'll explain it when I make it later, you can just watch me." Matty told Cas as he put an arm around him and gave him a reassuring half hug before he let go and unlocked the door. He held it open for Cas and then walked inside, kicking off his shoes. "I'm back, you better not have eaten that last slice of pie, I was saving it!"
Matty walked into the living room with Cas and he didn't realise that this was important to Cas or that it should be or what it truly meant so he just gestured vaguely to Cas. "Cas, Sammy. Sammy, that's Cas. Bobby! Hey! Cas is here."
Matty pointed at Sam and his boyfriend. "That's Sam and his friend, Harry."
"Boyfriend Harry," Sam corrected, with a roll of his eyes while he got up and held a hand out to Castiel.
Castiel looked up at Sam and shook the hand that was offered. This man was a lot smaller than all the stories Matty told of his little brother Sammy would have led him to believe. Unreasonably tall, really. "I'm Castiel. Hello, Samuel. It's nice to meet you. Matty talks about you a lot."
"Only the worst, I'm guessing. Nice meeting you too. I've bought your book as an e-book, I'll start it tonight." Sam smiled and then sat back down, while Castiel shook Bobby's hand, having walked over, and then Castiel went to Harry and held his hand out.
"Hello, boyfriend Harry. Do you like eggnog?" He was making conversation. "Matty will make some later. I will watch."
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Probably would have picked up something for them from the diner and Sam knew he had to let himself be fed. That was how it was with family. At least Bobby didn't cook himself, that took some of the pressure off. "Do you wanna freshen up? Or, you know, just go for a piss?"
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He ruffled his messy hair and yawned as he took the coke and opened it, taking a long sip before setting it into the cupholder. Driving from Stanford to Dakota? Fucking wild, he never would have done it without Sam but that was part of the fun, wasn't it? He opened his side door and let himself out. "I'm definitely gonna take a piss. Maybe brush my teeth."
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He teased him a little and then turned to look at himself in the side mirror, just to make sure his hair wasn't too much of a mess. He knew Bobby wouldn't care, but that was still essentially his father figure. He didn't want to disrespect him by not putting any effort in.
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"Right, if I don't come back in ten, I've either frozen to death trying to take a piss or a bear ate me." Harry warned as he headed towards the truck stop bathroom. What fresh hell was this going to be. "I heard about these redneck truck stop bathrooms - they better not disappoint!"
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It really wasn't that surprising.
"It's not a major issue, you just need to replace the spark plugs. Common issue with cars like this. I'm sure they've got a replacement for you inside." He gestured to the spark plug in question and the women simply nodded in agreement.
"Thank you so much. We're so lucky you were here!"
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"Hey, roadside hunk, you're not triple A. Get your helpfully sexy self back to the car before the snow makes these roads impossible to get through." Which, given they were in South Dakota, was actually very possible.
Harry turned to the girls, smiling like a shark. Nice try, ladies. "We're going to meet the parents and we wouldn't want to be late. Sorry, ladies. But I'm sure sure that guy at the checkout will help you out." And that guy was quite the downgrade.
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"Spark plug. Trust me," he said to the women again and then he reached for Harry's hand so they could walk back over to the car, talking to him. "They always try to pull a fast one on people at a place like this, so it's good to give them some intel. Especially with women drivers, they think they can just cheat them out of money."
He opened the passenger door for Harry, holding it like a gentleman. "You're looking and smelling minty fresh."
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"They were hitting on you. Their eyes were on you like hungry dogs, man. I swear, I walk away for like five minutes and you're someone's eye candy." He rolled his eyes and watched the girls, who were watching them, mostly looking confused and a little off-put. "Don't get many of us queers around here, huh?"
Those were faces of people who did not expect the gay.
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"It's kind of a conservative area. It's a bit shit." He wasn't about to defend it. "But I promise that Bobby's not like that. He's open-minded, he just looks and talks like a redneck hick. He's well read though and he thinks everyone around where he lives is an idiot. He kinda thinks everyone's an idiot, honestly."
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was gonna go after lunch today
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1ish?
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im the coolest car :P
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He walked over to the Impala and got into the passenger seat, feeling that instant wave of familiarity. Not enough to combat the ball of icy lead permanently at the pit of his stomach since their argument, but whatever. He listened to the song that was playing, unsurprised to hear one from the usual selection. Matteo never changed. He didn't want him to change. He just wished Matteo would be all right with Sam changing.
"You know a good place to drive to? Bobby named a few."
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"I'm gonna put my hands up on this one, Sammy." Matty started as they began down the road towards the woodland. "I fucked up. I was a dick."
And he wasn't afraid to cut the bullshit. He could man up and admit he was a dick. "I ain't saying I regret everything I said but I crossed a line. So - my bad, let's not get all stuck on it, yeah?"
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Because that really depended on whether he could even accept this apology. "I didn't mean to upset you." He could say that much, at least. "I'm not doing anything to upset you."
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Now seemed like good timing, they could watch a movie and do some Christmas stuff. "You ready for some Christmassy action?"
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Christmas, he was never sure how he felt about that. Anything tied to religion. And, last but not least, another one of the movies Matty adored. They tended to be rather difficult to parse for Castiel. He was hoping this one would be easier.
"How is your brother? He must be having a busy academic year." That he knew a little more about. "It is good he gets to relax with you. And watch asshats die hard."
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It was still awkward but things were improving, little by little, especially now Matty couldn't be mean to Harry. "Family, man, it's an absolute nightmare."
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"I was not going to say anything about anyone's hair." Castiel wanted to make sure Matty knew that. It seemed important. "I always liked decorating the tree. We had a big one at church, everyone would decorate it together."
It was a good memory. He had always liked Christmas.
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And they could watch good movies and eat all of the turkey. Literally just all of it.
As they pulled into the scrapyard, Matty slowed down and turned to Cas. "You excited for some intros and movies?"
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"I am glad that I can be your friend. Like Samuel has his friend." He was on the same level as Sam's boyfriend. Interesting. Castiel smiled to himself as he got out of the car and walked around it so that he could approach the door next to Matty. Time to meet people that mattered. He hoped he'd do well.
"How do you put the nog in the egg?," he asked, just as Matty opened the door.
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Matty walked into the living room with Cas and he didn't realise that this was important to Cas or that it should be or what it truly meant so he just gestured vaguely to Cas. "Cas, Sammy. Sammy, that's Cas. Bobby! Hey! Cas is here."
Matty pointed at Sam and his boyfriend. "That's Sam and his friend, Harry."
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Castiel looked up at Sam and shook the hand that was offered. This man was a lot smaller than all the stories Matty told of his little brother Sammy would have led him to believe. Unreasonably tall, really. "I'm Castiel. Hello, Samuel. It's nice to meet you. Matty talks about you a lot."
"Only the worst, I'm guessing. Nice meeting you too. I've bought your book as an e-book, I'll start it tonight." Sam smiled and then sat back down, while Castiel shook Bobby's hand, having walked over, and then Castiel went to Harry and held his hand out.
"Hello, boyfriend Harry. Do you like eggnog?" He was making conversation. "Matty will make some later. I will watch."
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