Destiel Oneshots

He's Old Fashioned Like That (Destiel)

Teenage AU

Dean shifted in his spot, his fingers tugging at the seatbelt across his chest. It was too tight though no matter how many times he shifted or adjusted it breathing never became easier; his chest just as tight as before. His hands fell back to his side and he glanced at Bobby in the driver seat, then the road ahead, lit only by the truck's headlights.

He could do it. The words had been bubbling in him for months, all he had to do was let them spill. He just had to do it.

"Bobby?" Dean asked before he could stop himself, "could we uh- talk?"

"Talk away."

"It's um- it's 'bout Cas, and stuff," Dean continued, his head spinning faster with each word that left his mouth. He inhaled slowly, though that did nothing to help. "Well- you know never mind, it isn't that important."

"Dean," he looked to his left, meeting Bobby's gaze for a second before the man was looking back to the road. "You know ya can talk to me?" Dean nodded, not trusting himself to speak. "Anything you say stays between us, no one else'll hear 'bout it."

No one else, Dean didn't need to ask to know Bobby meant John, they'd had the same promise since Dean was four. Whatever Dean told Bobby, from fights to arrests to suspensions, John never found out, but this- this was different. Dean wasn't sure that promise covered this.

"Promise?" Dean whispered.

"I swear on everything I've got."

Dean nodded and looked down to his hands. He adjusted the cuff of his leather jacket, the material smooth against his touch. "Me and Cas-," Dean finally says, eyes still on his sleeve. "We're uh- we're dating."

He chewed at his lip as the hum of the heater filled the car. The brief thought of jumping out of the car crossed his mind. He didn't think he'd die, and part of him didn't care.

"Cas like Castiel?" Bobby finally asked and Dean forced himself to nod, looking back up to Bobby who's eyes were still on the road. "He's a nice kid, quiet, but nice." Dean nodded again. "How long have you two been together?"

"F-four months," Dean managed to whisper.

Bobby nodded, "And you asked him out?"

"Uh- no, he asked me."

"You're a bitch."

Dean couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as Bobby sent him a teasing grin, the pressure that had weighed on his shoulders seeming a little lighter. "Look, he beat me to it," Dean lied. He'd never had any plans to ask Cas out, he'd long ago decided he'd simply keep his feelings to himself, and one day die with them. "I was waiting for the right time!"

Bobby rolled his eyes, "you need to get your legs shaved first?"

Dean gave the other man's arm a shove, laughing as the truck swerved into the other lane and Bobby quickly straightened them out, mumbling a swear in the process. The smile stayed across his face as he talent his head against the headrest and watched world blur past them in a mix of blacks and grays. An occasional street lamp or glowing window would disrupt the flow, a small reminder that not all of the city was asleep.

"You tell anyone else?"

"Sammy," Dean replied.

"What about your old man?" Bobby asked.

Dean pressed his lips together. He could see the moment they drove into the lower class part of town, working street lamps became less frequent as more people began filling the streets. They sat on the sidewalks or lent against the buildings with nowhere else to go. He recognized a few men, one or two who had helped him out when things got especially bad.