Destiel- Drive me Crazy (Completed)

Austria

6 days. 6 days and not a word from Dean. After I'd let him know I'd transferred the money, he simply forgot about me. I thought I'd be able to stop thinking about him, stop remembering his hands on me and the taste of his kisses, but i couldn't. He was in every waking hour, and even in my dreams. I hadn't seen him on the track or in the pits, i had the sneaking suspicion he was avoiding me. 
By P3 i was up into 4th, the only thing driving me was the hope that I'd see Dean up in 1st. But I didn't, in fact, his backup driver was in his car, he wasn't even on the track. I asked around, but no-one had seen him since the Sunday we'd fought. It was just after the qualifying race on Saturday that the worst thing imaginable happened. Though at the time, i had no idea just what was going on. It wasn't until race day that i found out.
All eyes were on me as i headed for my interview, hushed voices spitting out slurs as I walked past, keeping my head down. I should have guessed then, what had happened.
"Regarding the accusations... what is your stance now?" It was the first question, I'd barely even sat down. 
"Excuse me?" I felt my heart beating up in my throat and knew then, this was the end of my career. No matter what he had done, i could never spill Dean's secrets, there's not much chance they would believe me anyway.
"Now that the photos have been released. Ones of you and your victim, Dean Winchester. Tell me, is he the only one?"
"He's not- That's not- I'm... not...-" Suddenly i couldn't breathe, all the air had been sucked from the room and i was suffocating. Without a word, i leapt up from the seat and ran for the door. Even as I stepped outside the air was thin, I was getting light headed when the hand landed on my shoulder and a familiar face was in view. Pamela. 
"It's Ok, I heard what they said, and i don't believe a word of it. They were photoshopped, they must have been."
I nodded mutely, not being able to form a string of words, never mind a solid argument. She pulled me into her arms and I just breathed, for a moment, just breathed. She dragged me to the pits, where my crew kept their distance, they wanted to believe in me, I know they did, but something was holding them back.  She sat me down and we watched the other interviews, one by one, each of them denying any knowledge of the 'events' going on behind closed doors, each of them pretending i was capable of such a thing. Racing didn't even come up, everyone was so focused on me, me and Dean. And then it was his turn, and I truly had no idea what to expect from him.
"You are aware that Castiel Novak has been caught 'red handed' so to speak. Proof enough to take him to court, once it's put into the right hands. What would you say to him now, knowing you are free to speak without fear?"
For a moment Dean was silent, he seemed so utterly shocked by the question and by the insinuation that he just sat there, mouth agape. "I uh-" He cleared his throat and looked steadily at the interviewer. "I would say, i'm sorry." The interviewer seemed to recoil a little, clearly very confused. He asked for an elaboration.
"I would say, I'm so sorry that i didn't realise earlier, how our relationship would impact you, your career, your life. I'm sorry I couldn't be as open as you, about my truth, and about... us. And now I've pushed you away, maybe forever, and I regret everything I said. Every word. That night in Paris- despite everything that has come of it- was one of the best night's of my lives." Tears were welling up in my eyes, joyous ones.
"You mean..." The interviewer tried to piece together everything, but Dean cut in, making it perfectly clear what he meant.
"I mean, Novak and I were in a relationship. I wasn't a victim, he wasn't a predator; we were together. And until all this shit, we were happy. I'm not sure what we are now, but I need everyone to know Castiel is innocent, we were only keeping it a secret because i was too afraid. I'm not anymore."

The race came about too soon to catch Dean and tell him I forgave him. Tell him i didn't care what he said, or did, I still loved him. So instead, i raced hard and fast, my only intention being to catch up with him and gain a second with him on the podium. I only needed a second to say those three words.
Maybe it was that kick, that gave me the win. 
I saw him getting out of his car, my only thought being "get to him. tell him." and so i ran. He didn't see me coming, he was stepping up into second place, a weak smile on his face. He didn't see me in fact, until i was next to him. Everybody was bustling around, congratulating the podium winners, even me- now they knew i wasn't some perve, or sex offender. 
"Did you hear me? I meant every word, Castiel." He said, glancing at me from the corner of his eye, his fingers twitching at his side. He refused to smile.
"I love you, Winchester." I said, my hand itching to reach for his. I saw his expression shift in a matter of seconds and he took my face in his hands and kissed me there and then, in front of the whole world. It was a soft kiss and he tasted of whisky and tears, and I noticed he was crying as much as I was. I heard a cheer, and then slowly- or maybe it was just that in Dean's arms everything slowed down- everyone joined in clapping and whooping, but i didn't care about any of that. I just needed him, and I had him.