Destiel- Drive me Crazy (Completed)

France Undone

I was pumped for the race, ready to run Dean into the ground and get my reward. The memory of our night in Paris was still fresh in my head as we got into our cars, shooting passing glances at each other.
I was storming into the pits after being taken out of the race by Uriel, when the figure approached me. Thinking it was a fan who'd somehow managed to sneak into the pits for an autograph, i stepped closer.
"You can't be here, sorry."
"I've got something for you, Castiel. Something you might be very interested in." I don't know what it was about how he spoke, but I reached out to take the envelope he handed me. My hands were trembling as I ripped it open and pulled out the contents; A4 photo prints of me and Dean, specifically ones that made me look like a bloody pervert. There was one of us at the café, my hand on Dean's thigh as he drank his coffee, of course from behind you couldn't see the sly grin on his face. One of me with my hand in his back pocket as we walked up to the Eiffel tower, of course from behind you couldn't see the adorable blush on his cheeks or hear him telling me how handsome I looked. And the worst one, we'd lost our composure and ducked into the trees to make-out, but this photo showed it from an angle where Dean gripped the tree behind him and I kissed his neck, hands on his hips. It was all very condemning evidence. And career ruining if it got out, especially if twisted into me being a predator of "young, impressionable, Dean Winchester".
"What do you want?!" I hissed, tucking the envelope inside my race suit and zipping it back up. "What do you intend to do with this?"
"I intend to publish it on every online forum, spread it worldwide, let the world know Castiel Novak is a sexual predator, maybe even rapist."
"But i'm not!" I retorted, sounding how weak I was. "You were there! You know it was consensual. You saw how happy he was!"
"It doesn't matter what I saw, only what people will presume." He grinned, and I became aware of how much he was enjoying taunting me. "Unless... you make it worth my while. I want 3 Mill, before tomorrow. For someone as well off, and well connected as you, it should be no problem. 3 Mill and this all goes away, i know you can spare it."
I didn't get a chance to respond, though i don't know what i would have said anyway, as he strolled off casually and people were streaming in and out of the pits getting ready for Pam to box. Those 50 minutes waiting for Dean to finish the race were the longest 50 minutes of my life.

"Fuck Novak! I knew it was a bad idea! We should have never-" Dean's breath hitched and he lowered his voice, ripping the photos in half and throwing them back onto the glass table of the conference room. "I should have never let you drag me to that damn city!"
"Drag you?" I stepped away from him, the forcefulness in his voice made me flinch. "You wanted to! And we had fun. This is on the both of us Dean." My voice was growing quieter, i knew where this was going to end, and there were tears already welling up in my eyes.
"You- you fucking- this is all your fault!" His face was bright red, his words coming out like poison darts.
"I'll pay him, this will all go away!" The tears were coming down my face now, and the way Dean turned away from me, i was sure he was crying too.
"It will never go away. We can't go on hiding this, it's fucking exhausting!" He turned back to me and stretched out his hand, then drew it back before it reached me. "Pay him off, but then we're done. We have to be, this is- it's just not right. I should have never gone with you to Paris. It was the worst mistake of my life."
The words hit my like punches and rendered me paralysed. I just stood there and watched him go, tears streaming down my red face, throat sore from holding back a sob. He left, and he didn't look back, didn't falter.