Destiel Fluff

Cas fights a radio

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Cas?"

"Can we have the radio on, please?"

"Sure, just keep it quiet, Sammy's asleep."

"Okay."

Cas leaned forwards and twiddled various buttons, trying in vain to work the Godforsaken radio. Dean watched fondly as his angel glared daggers at the display which remained stubbornly blank.

The three hunters were driving back from a hunt, nothing special, just a run-of-the-mill salt and burn job, but it was close enough to the bunker that Dean insisted on going home rather than sleep in some skeevy motel. He also valued his memory foam mattress. Cas was sat in the front to keep Dean awake, while Sam was asleep on the backseat, stretched out along the length of it with limbs draped over the edges.

Cas refused to sleep, the nightmares caught up with him, and he'd feel guilty if Dean had to pull over and deal with him, even worse if he woke Sam up. So he filled up on coffee and cracked his window so the chill night air kept him uncomfortable.

He tried to mask the shake of his hands and jittery legs, but there was nothing he could do about the purpling bags beneath his eyes. Lack of sleep made him irritable and the damned radio just would not work, he huffed and poked a button viciously.

"Hey, watch my Baby." Dean exclaimed gently, placing a warm hand on Cas' bouncing knee. "You need to push the button in, then turn it. It's kinda sticky; I think Gabriel did something when he was in here last..."

"Sorry Dean."

"Don't worry about it, Honeybee."

They were quiet for a while, Sam's snoring the only sound until Cas finally coaxed some white noise from the speakers. Dean's mouth quirked up at the edges with pride and adoration, then mentally slapped himself for being such a girl. No chick flick moments.

"What do you want to listen to, Dean?"

"You choose, I trust your judgement."

"I don't. Metatron may have given me knowledge of popular culture, but I have not formulated my own opinions on it yet."

"Just find something that isn't Taylor freakin' Swift."

Cas nodded and cocked his head while he scanned through stations, until he settled on a slightly crackly channel playing some old tunes. He yawned and tried to hide it from Dean, but of course he noticed.

"Come on Cassie, you need to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

Slightly reassured, Cas gave in and snuggled into Dean's side, letting the warmth of his skin lull him into a deep sleep.

Dean looked down at his boyfriend and smiled sadly, he knew that Cas had nightmares; he often woke in the night to find him curled up tight, twitching and flinching as if he was being attacked, but Cas never said a word about them, and Dean didn't ask.

The song changed then, to an old track that reminded Dean of long road trips when he was younger; curled up with Sammy on the back seat, making sure he didn't fall off of his lap when they turned sharp corners. They had shared a bag of sweets between the three of them, they had gone sticky in the heat, and Dean had made it his job to keep them away from the upholstery. Inevitably, Sammy had dropped one and Dean had shushed him, wiped away his ashamed tears, and then taken the blame. Can't help falling in love...

He remembered the sting of his dad's belt and considered switching the channel, but then he glanced back at his not-so-little brother and saw him how he had been; chubby and smiling, dependent on his big brother.

"Huh, I can dig Elvis."

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A/N 

Short one today, sorry about any feels... 

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