Wrong number? //destiel//

The Call

Cas is halfway through his long winded text explaining, what he remembers, last night. It's then that he realises he'll probably lose both his thumbs before he's done and in truth, losing those appendages is not worth it. So that's when he hits the back space, clearing the message box which takes a grand total of 23 seconds - he counted - before he's typing four words he'll probably come to regret.
"Can I call you?"
In truth, Castiel expects an instant "Dude fuck no. Your a stranger." because let's be honest, he's spoken to the guy a grand total of twice and now wants to call him. Cause that's not weird or anything. And he'd be lying to himself if he wasn't a little bit intrigued as to what 'non-therapist' Dean sounds like. He should really ask a last name. There might even be some profile of him online, though Cas feels Dean isn't really the type.
"Sure. Everything alright?" Now that surprises him.
"Yeah. Just easier to explain over calls. I'd rather not lose my thumbs typing it out"
"Ah good idea. But yeah, call away"

He's not sure why he's nervous, not sure why his mouth is suddenly dry and his hands are shaking as he hits details beside Deans name. He's not sure why he sucks in a deep breath when he hits call, listening to the too long ringing the phone makes as he puts it to his ears.
"Hey," Well then. When Cas pictured 'non therapist' Dean's voice, he was imagining more of a quiet, timid, mousy sound. He was definitely not expecting the voice that answers the phone to sound deep, rough and unbelievably smooth all at once. And the way Castiel's name rolls of his tongue in his following sentence of, "Castiel? You there?" makes Cas feel things he really shouldn't. "Uh yeah. Hi, sorry. I was daydreaming." Nice Cas, definitely do not tell sexy voiced Dean all the thoughts running through your head right now. Especially the one of that voice whispering dirty, extremely explicit promises into your ea-yup. Okay nope. Not going there Cas. Focus. You called for a reason.
"So..Dean right?.." "Yeah, Winchester." Cas stores that away for his later internet stalking session. "Like the gun?" "You know it?" "Dad used to take me to the range every weekend." "Every day, mine was a determined sucker." "Ooh, rough one." Cas chuckles, which is quickly followed by Deans and fuck if Cas' heart doesn't stop right there.

"So what's up?" "Huh?" "You wanted to call. I take it you found your brother?" Right. Yeah Cas, you phoned for a reason. "I did. I'm actually at his right now. He's passed out, it's been a rough few hours for us both. Rough night actually." "Want to tell me?" "I don't know. You got your notebook ready, mr 'non therapist'" He hears the chuckle again, a rustle of paper and a click of a pen. "Ready. Please, begin."
Cas thinks this is the first time he's smiled properly in a while. Feels the happy flutter of his heart with each word Dean speaks. He won't realise for a while, far too long he'll decide when he looks back on it, but this phone call was the beginning of an end.

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Dean had decided that Castiel's voice sounded amazing. Sounded like angels and pie and all things wonderful. Which is why he was sat, a small smile on his lips as he listened to Cas finally explain the debacle of last night.
"It was my brother and his boyfriends anniversary last night, one year. Longest relationship either of them have had. Anyway, we figured we'd celebrate at our favourite bar with a few shots." Deans biting his lip by this point, trying to focus more on Cas' words than his voice, though it's proving difficult. "I'm not a lightweight but last night for some reason my inhibitions fucked off early and I was drunk within a few hours." There's a pause and Dean can hear the struggle Cas is having with the next part. "Take your time Cas. It's okay." An intake of breath. "Thanks. But for some reason, on their anniversary, I decided it was best to announce to the entire bar and to the happy couple beside me that..fuck. That Benny had been cheating on my brother with some bimbo from down the block."

There's silence. Deans not entirely sure what he's supposed to say. Not entirely sure how he should react. Cas doesn't give him the chance. "I didn't mean it obviously but I mean, Gabriel's my brother and to see that happening to him was..I couldn't do it Dean. You understand right?" Sadly Dean does. "I do. I'm a big brother. I understand it Cas. I mean, granted you could have chosen a better way like sitting your brother down and telling him gently but you know, announcing it to an entire bar works too." He prays Cas hears the slight humorous tone to his voice. Evidently he does, judging by the delicious chuckle that reaches his ears. "Thanks. I'll remember that for next time." "I hope there won't be a next time Cas." Dean pauses for a second. "It's okay I call you Cas right?" "Yeah, course. I like it." The small feeling of proudness surges through him at Cas' enjoyment of the name and he doesn't try to stop the smile on his lips. "Good."
There's a silence again, but this time neither of them go to break it. Opting to sit silently, enjoy the dead air between them. If Dean listens close enough, he can hear the light breaths coming from Cas. "Sorry Dean, I need to go. My brothers awake. Thank you for letting me call, it's good to put a voice to the texts." Dean laughs, a smile on his lips that he knows is going to be there a while. "And you Castiel. Text me?" "Definitely, Mr Winchester."