Pull Me Up (a destiel au fanfic)

chapter 11

It turned out that the reason Claire and Charlie wanted me to come talk to them was to try and persuade me to tell them the details of my emotions towards Castiel. I shook my head and started to leave, but in the end they got me to talk about them. I explained how I wasn't sure what I was feeling, and despite what I figured their outcome would be, they ended up being more helpful than anything else. 

"Well even if you aren't really sure what it is that you're feeling are you positive that you're feeling something?" Charlie tilted her head to the side curiously. I stayed silent for a moment and nodded. "Honestly, I think that if you can tell you've got some feels stirring then that's all you really need to know to make the decision to pursue Cas. It doesn't mean that they're the feelings you think they are, but either way, it will be the best way to find out what they are and identify them."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "That's... actually really good advice, Charlie."

She looked offended and raised a hand to her chest. "Excuse you, Dean all my advice is good."

I had rolled my eyes and got up, then left for my room. 

And now here I was, sitting on my bed, waiting for Castiel to text me. 

It was almost 4:30, and he'd gotten out of work an hour and a half ago, and I was starting to get antsy. Did he still want to go? Was this his polite way of bailing on me? I was just about to get up and complain to Charlie and Claire about it when my phone buzzed beside me. 

He was calling. 

Not texting- calling. 

I waited a minute before answering with a gruff, "Hello?"

"Hi, Dean?" his voice was always so gentle. I can't remember a single time that he'd raised it at me, although I'm sure you're not allowed to yell at your patients. 

Disdain swirled in my stomach thinking of him treating me as his patient, but I quickly shook it off. 

"Are you out of work?" I asked after breaking out of my irritation. 

"Uh, yeah, and if you want I can pick you up, because I know you left your car at the cafe," he said, then there was a soft bumping noise and a muffled shout. "Hey, sorry, I dropped my phone."

I couldn't help the smile reaching my mouth because of what a clumsy dork he is. I nodded, "Yeah, you can pick me up whenever," I told him. 

"Oh, uh, well I'm actually close to the bunker if you're ready like... now."

I hummed for a moment, "Yeah, that's fine I'll be out in a minute."

"Okay. See you then," he said and hung up. I checked how much batter my phone had- 89%- and stuffed it in my back pocket before slipping into my boots. 

I walked into the kitchen, prepared for a bombardment of questions before I left, but neither of them were there. "Guys? I'm heading out!" I shouted. 

No one responded, so I scribbled a note onto the fridge with a nearby sharpie. I didn't really care that it was permanently ingrained on it, only realizing after that I hadn't actually used a dry erase marker. I shrugged on my jacket and practically hopped outside, content with the chilly wind cutting at my cheeks. I immediately saw Cas's car and walked to it carefully, worried there might be black ice. 

I rushed into the passenger's seat and was greeted with warmth blasting from the vents. "Hello," he said, sounding chipper as always. I turned to look at him and saw his face turned slightly to the side. He wasn't making eye contact with me. 

"What's up?" I asked warily. 

"What? Nothing, are you ready?" he continued to look straight ahead. Cas wasn't one for not maintaining eye contact so I didn't hesitate before holding his chin and turning his face towards me. His left cheekbone was swollen and his eye was completely bruised. He had what looked like claw marks on the bottom part of his jaw going down to his neck. "Surprise," he chuckled.