Destiel- Drive me Crazy (Completed)

Spain

I was beyond thrilled to get back in my car and back on the track. I was, however, still recovering from the Dean debacle. And very much put off.
He didn't wave, didn't smile, didn't so much as nod, to aknowledge my exsistance. It had only been a week, and yet it felt like the gap between us was larger than ever. Like we were back to the childish rivalry.
The race was tense from start to finish. Dean raced well, but I raced better. Words couldn't express the glee i felt stepping onto that podium. 1st place. My first win. And Dean was at my side in second.
Afterwards, leaving the commentry box where I had been chatting to Anna, Dean came storming towards me. I thought for sure he was angry i won, but when he pushed me into an empty room and pressed me up against the door i figured maybe it was something else. I didn't get a chance to ask before he connected our lips, his hands on my waist and in my hair, and I was drowing in his touch again. I told myself to push him away and demand an explanation, but I was too high on his body against mine. I could feel his heart racing in his chest against mine.
"Help me Novak." He said eventually, breaking the kiss to rest our forehead together. "I was wrong. I do need your help. I'm lost, im confused, i cant control my own body. I-"
I kissed him to shut him up, before he suffered some sort of aneurism. He closed his eyes and melted into me. And i let him.
"I want to help you, but you have to make up your mind. I cant have you chasing me down corridors to either kiss me or tell me to back off. Decide." I said sternly, but not without compassion.
"I know i need you- Your help." He sighed, taking my hand a little firmly, as if he didn't know how to be gentle with another man.
"I'm no Gay Guru, but everybody needs someone to understand, to care no matter what." I said, kissing his cheek. "Start with this."
I handed him a slip of paper wjth my number on it. He took it with hesitation.
"Text me."

Over the next few days, we texted regularly. Sometimes it was idle chatter, other times it was about him, but we got to know eachother at lot better. One day, he finally asked the question i had been waiting for: "How did you know?"
And my response was simple, very awkward, and embarrassing.
"Well, I tried to... you know... masterbate... to the thought of women, but it did nothing. Put me off actually. But when I thought of men, it... worked?"
"But i know I like women. I've had sex with loads for god sake"
"It might be harder for you, seeing as you like both. Try to only picture men, maybe pick one you find attractive and focus on him entirely. If that works for you, you'll know 100%"

Dean went radio silent for a few hours. Then his response came.
"I'm definately not straight"