Collection of Destiel

Stuck

"Fuck." Dean growled as he shifted uncomfortably on his knees. His arm was going dead as a seering pain still ached just above his bicep. Eyeing up the humming vending machine, he let his glare focus on the small pack of salt and vinegar chips that was settled on the spring. After shoving the thing until he thought he would capsize it, Dean the genius decided to stick his arm up and try to flick it loose.

A guy from down the hall walked past and chuckled. Dean glared him down and was about to ask for help when he recognized him. It was the kid Dean had teased during the first week of school. There was no way that kid was going to lend a hand. Instead, the kid disappeared around a corner and left Dean perched on his knees with his forehead pressed to the cool glass. It was late, and he doubted if anyone would be coming down the hallway this late. He might be stuck there until morning.

Moaning, Dean tried to tug his arm one last time but only ended up slipping on his boots and landing on his ass. "Mother-" His voice cut off when he heard a low throat clear from behind him. Shifting and trying to maneuver himself to face whoever was behind him, Dean was met with blue eyes staring down at him in confusion.

"Hey! Can you help me?" Dean smiled in relief that someone had come along before he decided to chew his own arm off.

The man stepped toward the vending machine and looked it over carefully with a very thoughtful expression. "How long have you been stuck?"

"Like maybe a half hour." Dean growled and let his head fall against the glass. "You got any ideas?"

Blue eyes bent down on his knees and gently laced his fingers around Dean's arm. The contact had Dean flushing, but he watched intently as the man lightly hummed and started to kneed his fingers into Dean's bicep.

"I'm Dean." Dean whispered, his eyes still trained on the eyes of this helpful stranger.

"Castiel." Gripping his arm a little too tightly for comfort, Castiel twisted softly and Dean felt his arm start to move.

Before long his hand was laying limp at his side, a red ring worn into his skin. It still burned, and his arm was a bit fuzzy, but Dean couldn't help the wide smile on his face at the relief of having his arm back. Their eyes met and Dean flushed again, something he never used to do. But with those kind blue eyes that had saved him looked at him, he felt like the world was turned to him.

"Thanks, I can't even begin-"

"You just needed to relax your muscles." Castiel spoke frankly and stood up shakily onto his feet. "Next time just put in more money, it isn't worth the risk of having your arm stuck."

Dean snorted and got to his feet to keep those eyes level with his. "That's probably wise." Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, he felt this urge to make sure this wasn't the last time he saw Castiel. "I guess since the machine is broken I am going to have to go out to get something to eat. You hungry?"

Cas tilted his head slightly and seemed to be thinking it over. "I haven't eaten since this morning... I guess I am hungry."

"How about I take you out for dinner?" Dean flushed again and cursed himself for being so nervous. "As a thank you-"

"I would love to go to dinner with you." Cas' whole face lit for the first time since he came to Dean's rescue. "I know this great burger place just down the road."

Dean grinned while rubbing at his still sore arm. "Awesome. It's a date."

The two stood in sudden silence as the four letter word seemed to put a cloud of tension between them. It wasn't that Dean meant to say it, he was still giddy and it slipped from his mouth. As he searched Cas' eyes, he saw the deep blue glimmer in the hallway lights and slowly crinkle up into a smile.

"It's a date."

Dean couldn't help the excited laugh leave his lips as he turned and waited for Castiel to start out of the building by his side. Tonight he had originally planned on just going back to his dorm and studying until he passed out. But now, he wanted to stay up all night and get to know what was behind those dazzling blue eyes.

As they started for Dean's impala, he turned his glance over to see Castiel staring ahead of them with the faintest trace of a smile. "I think I should also get your number, you know, just in case I get my arm stuck anywhere else."

This time it was Castiel who let out a soft snort and nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

Thank God those fucking chips got stuck. Dean thought as he opened the passenger door for Castiel. Now I got this gorgeous man in my car on my way to a date. I am going to send God an expensive bottle of wine.