“I don’t understand why this is necessary,” Cas turned the Stetson round by the brim, examining it minutely.
He glanced over at Dean, who was sat with one arm casually draped along the Impala’s front seat. His own hat was safely stowed on the back seat.
“I told you why, folks round here don’t trust the federal government. So we have to be Texas Rangers.
” Dean snatched the hat from Cas’ fingers and placed it on the angels head, he tugged it slightly to one side and grinned at the result.
“And that requires special head gear?”
“Uh yeah” Dean turned the key in the ignition, Cas suppressed a laugh.
“This has nothing to do with your cowboy obsession?”
“Nope, come on Cas’ this is a serious case,” Cas fished the badge Dean had given him out of his trench-coat pocket.
“Ranger Newman” He read out loud, he watched delighted, as a blush crept up Dean’s neck. “What’s your alias?”
“It’s um Ranger Mitchum,”Dean was pretending to concentrate all his attention on the road, he didn’t fool Cas who permitted himself a small smile at his friend’s embarrassment.
“I mean the fact they are both famous western actors, is just coincidence right?” Cas had never been so grateful for Metatron’s info dump all those years ago.
Dean swerved Baby on to the side of the road and switched off the engine.
“Cas you don’t have to wear the hat if you don’t want to,” Dean sounded disappointed and there was something else too.
Cas’ heart lurched a little, Dean was still hurting and he had been teasing him. He scooted across the seat and took Dean’s face in his hands so he could look him in the eyes.
“I love the hat,” he meant it too, he was rewarded with a slight smile. It was enough, he felt Dean’s mood lift and very gently pressed his lips to Dean’s lightening quick.
“Lets go solve us a case partner” Dean grinned at him and gunned the engine back into life.
“Are you going to call me that for the rest of this Case?”
“Sure am partner, besides I can hardly call you sunshine in front of the sheriff.”