tea please☼ destiel au

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saturday night, february 11, 1967

some good old rock songs played on the jukebox, a couple of dead beats circled around with a pizza eating away, the two teens working the counter and front desk drooped around depressingly, and occupying the very last lane closest to the emergency exit, castiel sulked in a chair as he watched dean bowl strike after strike. he wanted to be offended and upset at the fact he was loosing by a solid 55 points, but the way dean's bow legs bent a little before he stepped up to serve, the way he lit up and smirked cockily whenever he made a strike, and the cute little happy dance he'd do whenever he got ten more points ahead of cas just wiped away any possibility of cas being pissed off.

     "I've finally hypothesized why you're so good," castiel announced, slamming his hands down on the table as he rose from his seat.

     snorting, dean asked, "and what's said hypothesis?"

     "you're on some type of bowling league. or you used to be!" cas exclaimed matter of factly, so convinced it was true.

     whenever de began laughing to the point he fell and began crying, he knew his prediction was in fact wrong. huffing, he crossed his arms and sat back in the seat, blushing in complete embarrassment.

     "it's not that funny you... you... assbutt!" he defended, growing annoyed with dean's immature behavior.

     "assbutt? nevermind. cas, I wasn't laughing at you," dean assured, becoming guilty at the hurt look on the other's face. cas refused to look at de, no matter how many times he apologized or tried to get his attention.

     "yes you were dean! I knew it was stupid but... I didn't have any other answer."

     sighing, he explained, "no, I've never been on a team before. it's just, during my young, reckless phase I would drive down here a lot. try to pick up a few chicks. they all thought the bad boy thing was cute. and well, cute just didn't cut it for me. so I got good at bowling. to try and impress them. it worked, by the way."

     he's good at bowling so he can impress chicks. at the very bottom of that ever loving heart castiel had, it hurt to hear this. and although he knew why, he'd never admit it. everything his mom said was true. and if he wanted to be a good little Catholic boy, he had to deny that part of him in every way possible. because what his father spit into his face that night was true: God hates fags.

     the winchester prayed to whoever would listen that cas would stop being so cold towards him, but even after the explanation it didn't work. if anything, it almost seemed as if he became colder. he was running out of options, and no matter how hard he tried, none of his schemes seemed to help the mood lighten one bit. as a last, desperate attempt dean suggested, "how about I show you this club I know? it's fairly small, barely anyone knows of it. and only certain people are allowed in. even the shyest of people like you tend to have fun there."

     after a few minutes of the silent treatment, dean continued, "who knows? I might be able to rip that stick from your ass before it gets wedged up in there too deep."

     at that, castiel couldn't hold back a widespread smile. "alright. fine winchester. but the drinks are on you," he stated, shoving a finger into the slightly larger man's chest. de held his hands up in defense before helping cas with his trench coat.

•

     as soon as dean was attempting to guide castiel down a dark alleyway, he found himself having an anxiety attack on the outskirts of monowi where no one could rescue him.
he might kill you! what kind of bar is in a creepy alleyway?! oh god please, please, please! what will you do? you're so lanky compared to him! you've got nothing! you'll be dead! burning and rotting in hell just as mother always said you would.
    
     cas sat in the backseat of dean's chevy impala, the doors locked as he held on to the keys which he had nabbed for dear life. helplessly, dean banged on the window, trying to comfort the cowering baby in a trench coat. continuously, he assured cas he was safe, that de would never hurt him. but he took non of it as he rocked back and forth, shutting his eyes and praying it was all just some twisted dream.
    
     "castiel, please! just hear me out! I know it seems suspicious. fuck, when my friend benny first took me here I right hooked him when he tried getting me down that alley. I really did, on god. yet, in the end I went along with it and had the night of my life. please cas. just... just trust me," dean told truthfully, sitting on the snowy sidewalk with his back pressed against the black car door.
    
     on the opposite side of the car, the door was opened and slammed shut, and sure enough a shaky castiel appeared. throwing the keys to dean, he stood there patiently, picking at his nails as he waited for him to stand up and lead the way. as a gesture of comfort, dean took cas's hand, showing him the way to the club doors.
    
     as much as he wanted to deny it, castiel truly trusted dean. he didn't want to. I mean, they've only known each other for a few weeks for christ's sakes! however, that had not stopped the immediate trust that was poured out for dean.
    
     there was a specific knock that was required for entry, along with some dumb riddle answer- it's 118 for the record. all to get in to a rundown building with a few lights, music that was loud enough, and a small crowd of sweaty,drunk adults who were to hammered to know nor care who they were dancing with.
    
     upon their entry, cas loosened up a bit, relaxed that there was in fact a club as promised and not some dead end where he would end up dead. automatically, someone walked over to speak with dean.
   
   "hey brother! long time no see," a drunk man said to dean. his accent was thick, with a certain drawl that had cas guessing he was from louisiana. despite the horrid smell emitting from the guy, the two did a brotherly hug.

     "tell me about it. benny, this is castiel. the one from that tea place I mentioned. cas, this is benny."
    
     they shook hands formally, nodding to each other as some unspoken hello.

     "well dean was right. you got some blue ass eyes boy. nice to finally meet the person he's been gushing over for weeks now."
    
     dean's face tinted pink, as did cas's, and dean punched benny's arm in a not- too- playful way telling him to shut up and get out of there. laughing, benny slapped his shoulder and went on his own towards some blonde girl who sat uncomfortably by herself.

     turning to face the angel faced man, de told him to ignore benny and insisted they go grab a few drinks.

•

     two grisly hours later, dean's fumbling with his car keys while cas hangs on to him like a baby koala, giggling and poking his side every so often.

     "de. where are we goin'?" hiccuping, cas asked that damned question for the seventh time within the past four minutes.
    
     finally getting the driver's door open, dean replied, "well back to my house silly."

     "b-but sam!" cas exclaimed, climbing over de so he could sit on the passenger side.

     "oh! good think- thinkin'! let's go back t-to your place."

     the lightweight giggled causing surprisingly hammered dean to join in as he drove the impala off. everything was a blur, and driving was very dangerous with the state they were both in; however, they both made it safely to cas's house in thirty minutes (they may or may not have swerved a few times or ran a red light in the process).

     unlocking the front door, cas led dean into his humble home where his cat was already perched and waiting for their arrival.

     "w- where's the bed- bedroom?" dean questioned, glancing around the place in curiosity. with the slightest smirk and lick of the lips, cas led him upstairs to his room where the light was switched on. as soon as the door was closed, cas sat innocently on his bed, trench coat already discarded as he intensely watched the older winchester take off his green jacket and begin unbuttoning his flannel.

     stumbling over, he towered over castiel in a way that made him think certain thoughts that led to him praying for forgiveness. with the slightest push, cas laid on his bed, smiling drunkly at dean who got on top of him.

     after kissing his way up to it, dean whispered directly into cas's ear, "damn it cas, those dirty little secrets you were mumbling to me in that club had me going crazy. made me think of all the things I would do to you when we got home. when we got here. it made me think of all the things I've wanted to do since that january night I first saw you."

     without hesitation, and especially without soberly thinking, castiel found himself mumbling, "now's your chance. have it your way de."