You're Cute (but kind of an asshole) [Destiel AU]

Bullshit

- Thursday -

He sat crosslegged on an office chair. His elbow supported his head above his desk as his forefinger tapped the end of a pen to the side of his cheek, letting his mind wander. A computer sat in front of him, but the numbers on screen had been blurring ever since he sat down a few hours ago. Castiel's mind wasn't focusing today. He'd known that ever since he left the house this morning, trying to find the keys to a car he hadn't used for almost two years.

Ever since Castiel had moved into Dean's apartment they'd adapted to travelling together in Dean's car. He'd originally only moved for a temporary period- until he could begin to pay rent again, but once Castiel and Dean started dating he couldn't see a reason to move back.

Castiel clicked out of his tab, deciding not to waste his time trying to make sense of the work in front of him. The sound of a door opening behind him made Cas swivel on his chair.

"I still don't see why you have to wear a suit, we work at Bobby's." Dean poked his head through before letting his whole body inside. Castiel gave a soft laugh, his mood increasing at the sight of his boyfriend covered in oil marks and sweat.

"I have an office job, it's suitable," He shrugged. Dean worked outside on the cars at Bobby's workshop while Castiel handled the paperwork inside. He'd never found a better job. "Anyway what's up?"

Dean shuffled over to Castiel, one hand in his pocket. His other hand held the notorious leather jacket, along with the Impala's keys.

"Bobby said we could head home early. Was coming to pick you up," He sat on Castiel's desk, which was sure to have left a grease stain along the nice wooden bench by the time he stood up. "Hey do you have the apartment key?"

Castiel's warm mood snapped into one of a curious kind. "What? No I told you to lock up this morning?"

Dean raised an eyebrow, pulling at his jacket so it leant across his arm. "Sure you did, just like you told me we ran out of shampoo. I had to improvise this morning." Dean complained, running his fingers through his sweat slicked hair. Castiel furrowed his eyebrows together.

"That could have been you, I don't recall the shampoo being out... but I did tell you to lock up. It was right after you made fun of my schedule." Castiel huffed, letting his arms cross over his chest. Dean looked down at Cas with an accusing look.

"Excuse me, but I don't think Bobby will mind if we're five minutes late. You didn't tell me to lock up though." Dean sneered, standing up to walk back towards the door. As predicted he'd left a stain on the pristine white desk Cas looked after. He sighed, looking up at his boyfriend with tired eyes.

"I'd thrown the key at you for being an ass." Castiel stood up and walked over to the doorframe. He reached a hand into Dean's leather jacket pocket, his fingertips brushing across metal.

"An ass?-"

"-And you shoved them into your pocket." Castiel finished, his heart a little heavier than it had been only moments ago. He pulled out the house key and put it in Dean's hand. "So don't accuse me of such bullshit, mister. Check your pockets before you go and point your greasy little finger at me."

Dean's face looked genuinely surprised to find the key in his hand. It was quick to change to one of sorrow, his eyes finding Castiel's furious ones.

"Hey babe, shh, I'm sorry. I honestly didn't think I had them," He put a hand around Cas's shoulder and pulled him in for a one-armed hug. "Don't be angry, you're cuter when you're happy, babe please be happy." He kissed Castiel's temple, pulling the pair out the door and towards where the Impala was parked alongside the road.

"I'm not angry." Castiel muttered, his head in the crook of Dean's neck as they slowly walked outside.

Dean stopped at the car door, sighing. "Hey," He pulled Castiel off of him, a hand on his shoulder as he looked down at his partner. "I got us tickets to the music festival this Saturday, you wanna go?" Dean looked expectedly at Cas.

"A music festival here?" Castiel raised a small eyebrow.

"Mainly local artists. I grew up listening to most of the line up... It would be cool to share the experience with someone as cool as you." Dean smirked.

Castiel giggled a little. "Your flirtatious attempts are getting worse Winchester, but yeah. I'll go."

Dean rolled his eyes, opening the door for Castiel before walking around and stepping into the driver's seat. "We'll see about that, Novak."