Pull Me Up (a destiel au fanfic)

chapter 4

I didn't exactly know where I was going, but I kept driving through the snowy streets, feeling dizzy and also feeling something unidentified. It wasn't exactly rage because I wasn't at the point that I wanted to strangle Jo for what she said. 

It's the fact that I believed what she said, but had been denying myself the pain of really knowing it. It was more a sense of realization mixed with a hatred of myself. 

"Dean?" 

"What, Castiel, what could you possibly want right now?" I asked, shaking my head and tightening my grip on the steering wheel. 

"I was just going to tell you that you ran a red light..." he mumbled softly. 

"I did?" I did!?

"And you're going like ten over the limit..."

"What?" What!? 

I checked the speedometer and he was right, so I laid off a little, but it was too late. The sirens were already whooping behind me, and Castiel and I sighed in unison. 

"I don't have my license," I remembered aloud. 

"What?" he turned to look at me with a disapproving stare while I pulled over. 

"Looks like we're going in to the station," I sighed, putting the car in park. 

"Here, switch seats with me," Castiel offered, unbuckling.

"What? No," I shook my head. 

"Just do it, I don't wanna go to the station, I'm not in the mood!" he growled. 

"Oh, you're not in the mood? You're the reason I'm not in the mood!" 

"Then switch god damn seats with me!" he hissed. 

"You know what? Fine!" I gave up and I slid under him to get in the passenger seat awkwardly. We buckled up quickly just as the officer started walking to the far. 

She had pitch black hair and an outfit that seemed a little too fitted. I didn't care personally but it bothered me that so many other men wouldn't pay attention to her as a cop because she was a woman with a fitted uniform. She knocked on the window and Castiel rolled it down, a small smile on his face. 

"Well, hello there, sir," she smirked. 

"What seems to be the problem, Officer..." he leaned forward to see her name tag and laughed, "Sorry, Sheriff Lorenzo?"

"You ran  a red light, not to mention the fact that you were almost 12 miles over the speed limit," she sighed. "I know the weather is pretty rough, and the plows haven't been out yet, but sweetie, you gotta slow it down, alright?" she had a southern twang and he laughed, cringing slightly. 

"Yeah, I'm sorry, ma'am I seem to be sliding everywhere!" he joked.

"Well, just slow it down next time or I might have to ticket you," she winked and began walking away. Castiel rolled up his window and turned to look at me with a 'How about that?' look on his face. 

"She didn't even ask for your license!" I complained. 

"I thought she would, but honestly I want to drive the Impala," he set his hands on the wheel and shuddered. I gasped. 

"You just want to use my baby!" I accused. 

"I do.... I really really do," he took a deep breath in and turned the key, hearing the engine sputter before purring to life. He let the breath out in a whistle. 

"No, no way, we're switching back now!" I reached forward to grab the wheel from him. 

"Stop! You'll hurt her," he pushed my hand away and switched gears. "That's smooth..." he sighed.