Destiel- Drive me Crazy (Completed)

Bahrain

I hate him. I absolutely hate him. Dean Winchester: the cockiest, smuggest reprobate I have ever known. When I glance in my mirror and see his car coming, I almost want to smash into him and take us both down. Don't get me wrong, he's a great driver, he deserves his wins, but I just hate him. He  pretends racing is easy, he pretends he is under no stress, he pretends he can just swan in and scoop up the glory and it's no work at all. Bullshit. Pardon my French.

After a tense 48 laps, he swung ahead, and then there was no hope for the rest of us, so we battled for 2nd and 3rd, pretending being his inferior doesn't infuriate us. As it happens, I didn't even manage third this time. 
I swung out of my car, yanking my helmet off with a grunt. Heading back to the pits, I walked past him, standing up there on the podium, and I just wanted to scream. I jogged on, avoiding his smug glances, and threw myself down in the nearest chair, resting my head in my hands. 
The cheering began when Pam came in, and everyone ran to hoist her above their heads, cheering and whooping. This was her 7th podium place, and obviously I was proud of her, and it kept our team in the running, but I couldn't help but wish it was me.
When they put her down, she came running over, her brown hair tangled around her red face, she beamed with pride. 
"Well done Pam!" I stood up, hugging her tightly, faking a huge grin. "Incredible race!"
"Would've been better if Winchester had crashed" She whispered, and I joined her in a chuckle. "Nothing fatal. Just a broken leg maybe."
We laughed it off and headed for the interviews I would inevitably have to lie through. 

"Hey Cuscus!" Gabriel yelled, jogging up behind me as I headed for my car, of course it was parked the furthest from the track I could have possibly put it.
"Please stop calling me that" I sighed, glaring at my brother.
"Nope." He smiled innocently. "Great race by the way"
"No it wasn't. I finished 13th."
"No crashes, no car failures, great pit stop time, and you beat Uriel! I'd say that's a good race." He hooked his arm around me and despite how miserable I felt, I smiled. "You still trying to beat that Winchester?"
"Always-"
"Speak of the devil" Gabe sighed, as a Chevy Impala pulled up beside us. Dean, fucking, Winchester, stuck his head out and grinned.
"Good race Novak." He looked between me and Gabe quizzically. "This your boyfriend then?"
Oh, and there it is. Just because I'm gay, every man i'm ever seen with must of course be my boyfriend. Oh yeah, I'm Gay, if i didn't mention it. The first openly Gay F1 driver in fact. Not the kind of press i want, or need, but i'm not going to hide who i am simply because the media doesn't always like it. 
I scowled at Dean. "No." Gabe didn't help the situation, shaking his head at Dean and kissing my cheek as if I were lying. I pushed him off and kicked him in the shin. "He's my brother." 
Dean smiled. Not like one of those cocky annoying smiles, or a fake one. No, he actually smiled. I noticed, suddenly, that he was fucking gorgeous, and then immediately scolded myself for thinking it. 
"Brothers huh? Mine's a nuisance too"
"I never said he was a nuisance." I scowled, suddenly enraged by Dean's perfectly pleasant comment.  How dare he be pleasant, not after he ran me off the road, not after he called me a fag, not after he stole my wins again and again and again. I grabbed Gabe and we stormed off to my car.