Pull Me Up (a destiel au fanfic)

chapter 12

When I got back to Claire's car, I motioned for Charlie to sit in the back seat, and climbed into shotgun. She started driving in reverse to go home, but I stopped her. 

"No, we're gonna have a little talk first," I put my hand over the shift and she swallowed, but returned it to park.

"Dean, actually I think we should-"

"No." I interrupted Charlie and put my finger up. "Were you guys gone before I left because you went to beat Cas and I here?" Claire shifted in her seat and cleared her throat. "And did you or did you not yell at us for not kissing when we fell on the ice!?"

"Dean, come on, you would've done the same if it was just me and some random girl," she shook her head and her red hair whipped her face. "We just wanted to make sure nothing bad happened!"

I shook my head. "That's not the point! Castiel and I don't need chaperones!"

Claire laughed. "Judging what happened tonight, I'd say you guys definitely need chaperones. You guys really could have been hurt."

"We can handle ourselves, guys," I sighed. I wasn't actually mad at them, I just wish they wouldn't be so incredibly nosey. 

"We're sorry," she added. "We didn't mean to upset you." Claire reached over to put her hand on mine and squeeze. 

"By the way, who was that guy that helped me up? Was that Nathan?" I asked, now the nosey one. She blushed. 

"Yeah..."

"What? Claire!" I exclaimed. "I think I need to go have a chat with this kid." I cracked my knuckles and motioned for her to drive. She rolled her eyes and started driving home. 

"So you guys have a dinner date for tomorrow?" a certain redhead's voice popped up from the back seat. "Where are you going?"

"I don't know, Charlie," I said. "We didn't really discuss it, seeing as Cas got a concussion! I don't know if we're even gonna go out anymore. Maybe I'll just get takeout and we can watch a movie or something instead," I shrugged. 

They both gasped but Charlie responded, "Some Netflix and chill then, huh? I can dig it."

"What? Charlie, shut up!"

Claire giggled next to me, then took an incredibly sharp right turn, screeching the whole time. "Woah, sorry guys, almost missed that turn."

I glared at her. "Do you even have your licence?"

She scoffed, turning to face me. "Of course I have my licence!"

"She  does, I saw it," Charlie seconded. "She's just a really terrible driver."

"Charlie!"

"What? You are," she shrugged. 

When we got home, I decided to head straight to my room and call Cas, just to make sure he was okay. His phone rang for a solid thirty seconds, and I almost thought that it was going to go to voicemail until he answered at the last second. 

"Hello?" he answered groggily. 

"Oh no, Cas, did I wake you up?" I panicked. 

"Yeah but it's probably a good thing," he sighed, coughing. "Well that's interesting."

"What happened? Why is it a good thing?" I rushed my words, almost stumbling over them. 

"I... well it was just really hard to wake up when you called, but I'm fine, really," he coughed again. "I'm also coughing up blood, so that might be a problem."