Castiel kept sneaking glances at Dean next to him in the car. He'd been almost in panic mode ever since Dean had mentioned having feelings for him. Until he'd tasted that burger. God, Castiel had forgotten what good food tasted like. Gabriel tried his best, but he wasn't a very good cook. He'd been embarrassed when Dean had teased him about how fast he ate, but had quickly forgotten it when Dean had gotten flustered. Dean wasn't saying anything now, just staring at the road. Eventually they pulled into Dean's driveway. 

"I was thinking we could hang out a bit longer, but if you want to go home that's fine too," Dean said eventually. Castiel shook his head before he could think twice. However much he knew he couldn't be with Dean, he didn't want this day to end. Dean gave him a small smile and opened the car door. Castiel followed him into his house and stood in the doorway to Dean's living room.

"Do you... want to watch a movie or something?" Dean asked, sounding nervous. Castiel shrugged.

"I, uh, I'll take that as a yes," Dean said, walking over to the stack of DVDs next to the TV. He looked through them for a minute before picking one.

"Here we go. Go ahead and sit down, and I'll make some popcorn," Dean said. Castiel walked over to the couch and sat at one end. When Dean had gotten the movie ready and made the popcorn, he sat on the other end of the couch, set the bowl of popcorn in between them, and started the movie. Castiel stared at Dean, whose feet were pulled up under him.

"What?" Dean asked, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth. Castiel just shook his head and slowly pulled his knees up until his own feet were resting on the edge of the couch.

Castiel was rather enjoying the movie - and Dean's running commentary - until about halfway through. The popcorn was gone, mostly thanks to Dean's bulldozer appetite, and Cas was really starting to settle in when the main characters in the movie crashed the car they were in. Castiel stiffened, his mind flashing back ten years. It was getting hard to breathe, and it wasn't until he felt something running down his arm that he realized he was gripping it so hard his nails had broken through his skin. He started shaking, the noise draining from the world. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dean look over and saw the content look on his face melt to one of fear. Dean jumped up and dashed in front of Castiel, taking his shoulders. Dean was saying something, but Castiel couldn't hear it over the sounds of crunching metal, the horn, the screaming, oh god, the screaming. Dean shook him, but the room in front of Castiel was fading away, fading into something else. He could smell the blood, he saw that lifeless hand, he heard his own screaming, everything was rushing together, he had to get out of there, but he couldn't get himself free. He was stuck. He screamed louder, surely someone had to hear him soon - Wait. What? He heard someone calling for him. Someone was coming! Finally, for once, someone was coming to rescue them! He started crying with relief.

"Castiel? What's wrong? Cas!" Castiel's vision cleared, and he was back in Dean's living room. Dean was standing over him, his green eyes filled with absolute panic. Castiel grabbed the front of Dean's shirt and pulled him close, burying his face in the soft fabric and sobbing, his shoulders heaving. Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel and sank onto the couch next to him. Castiel stayed there for a long time, just crying into Dean's chest. Dean hugged him tightly until he'd cried himself out, then let go as Castiel pulled away.

"Are you okay, Cas?" Dean asked gently. Castiel didn't respond. Dean tried again. "What happened?" Castiel just stood up and headed for the door.

"Please, Cas, just tell me what happened?" Dean begged. Castiel kept walking.

"At least let me drive you home," Dean said, walking after him. Castiel shook his head and walked out the door. He hurried down the street, rubbing his arms and wishing he had a jacket. 

When he got back to his house, he slipped in through the side door, hoping to avoid Gabriel.

"Castiel?" No such luck. Castiel turned to Gabriel who was leaning against the kitchen island. Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows.

"So did you get a ride home from Dean?" he asked. Castiel sighed internally and nodded. Gabriel grinned.

"School ended a while ago," he commented. Castiel shook his head and turned toward the stairs. "Did something happen?" Gabriel asked, sounding concerned. Castiel just went up to his room. He grabbed his sketchpad and started drawing, his arm moving almost on its own. The picture was one he'd drawn so many times before - the dashboard of a car from the backseat, with an arm draped across the gap between the two front seats.