Wrong number? //destiel//

Assbutt

"No but seriously man, this guy was your type!" Sam's drunk. Well, somewhere between tipsy and drunk but he doesn't really care. "Black hair that's just stuck up everywhere and bright blue eyes Dean. You'd love them!" Dean's not as drunk, Sam was always a lightweight, but he's a happy tipsy he supposes. There's a buzz and a smile on his face so he doesn't really care either. "I don't know Sam. I only spoke to Gabriel, I wish I'd met the guy for myself." Sam huffs and slurps down the rest of his beer, Dean counts it as his fifth. "We'll just have to go back I guess." Dean chuckles, "Yes, perhaps." Dean sighs and leans back on his couch, staring up at the horrible green ceiling that he's always meant to change. "Dean. I think I'm bisexual" That's enough to have Dean spluttering on his beer. "What?" "I think I'm bi. I mean, I've never been with a guy before but I don't know, there was something about that guy. I think I'm bi Dean." "Okay." "What? No arguments or 'you're just confused!' " "Sam I'm gay. What do you want me to say? Hey, congrats on realising your sexuality! Have a rainbow." Sam chuckles. "Very funny Dean." "Nah, but seriously, proud of you Sammy." Their smiles are cut short by Deans phone buzzing.

"Were you actively trying to avoid me today?"

"What? Where?"

"Your such an assbut you know that?"  Dean frowns. "Dude, I think you spoke to Cas." He's shaking Sam now, staring at his phone. "What?" "He called the author an assbutt right? The guy you spoke to?" "Yeah why?" "Cas just called me an assbutt, look." Sam blearily looks at the phone. "Huh. He must have been the guy I spoke to then." "You think?! I'm going to phone him. Keep away from the beer, you've had more than enough baby bro."

A somewhat annoyed "You fucking assbutt." greets Dean when his call is answered."Well hello to you too Cas." "Hello? Dean why the hell didn't you tell me you were coming to my shop today?" "I didn't get a chance Cas. You hung up on me last night and haven't spoken to me all day! Sam didn't even tell me where we were going until half an hour before it." "That's a shitty excuse Dean and you know it." "Well it's the truth Cas, what do you want me to say?" "How about 'I'm sorry Cas, I apologise for being an assbutt today and not telling you that we could have met today.' That could have worked." Dean sighs. He's not sure what's happening here, but he really doesn't like where it's going. "Cas. Cas how was I meant to know it was your shop? I met Gabe and he was going to bring me to you but then the signing started and I never got a chance or maybe you were just avoiding me. I don't know."

He's starting to get annoyed. How was Dean to know that it was Cas? It wasn't his fault he'd hung up the night before, which Cas still hadn't explained actually. "Avoid you? Dean why the fuck would I do that?" "I don't know Cas. Why did you hang up on me last night?" There's a silence on the line. "Dean.." "No Cas you know what? I've been working all day! I've been bombarded by fans and signed so many shitty books alright? So don't you dare shout at me for doing my job!" "Dean! Fucks sake Dean. Gabe never told me it was you until after you left! Why would I avoid you Dean?!" "I don't know Cas-" "I'm falling for you Dean! Tell me why I'd avoid you!"

It's a tense silence that follows the statement. Deans mind swirls. Cas was falling for him? "What?" "No. No shit." Cas babbles, "Fuck. No. I-I need to go." "Cas! Cas wait!" He groans as the line goes dead, phone nearly smashing when it goes flying across the room.  "Sam! Sam fuck sake!" He's pacing, hands curling through his hair "Sam we need to leave. Now. We need to go to the book store." His brothers sobered up by the time they're side by side again. "Why?" "Because the fucker just admitted falling for me and then hung up!" Dean snaps, grabbing his leather jacket. "Dean, it's 11pm! C'mon, it can wait until tomorrow." "No it can't Sam! How could he do that? He can't say something like that and then just hang up." "Dean he probably didn't even realise it. He's probably shocked himself and panicked. C'mon, please. We'll go tomorrow morning." "Fine."

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It's three am when Cas turns up at Gabriel's door, tear streaks on his face and cover bunched in his arms. He's instantly pulled through the door. "Cas? Cas what's wrong?" "I fucked up Gabriel. I fucked it all up." "Fucked what up?" He's being led through Gabe's house, through the kitchen where he's handed a glass of water, towards the bathroom where Cas is set on the closed toilet lid as Gabriel cleans his face. "Dean and I. I fucked it up." "I'm sure you haven't Cas, Dean likes you." "He won't anymore. We argued and I-I blurted that I was falling for him." The cloth pauses on his cheek. "What?" Cas looks up, eyes wide and wet. "I'm falling for him Gabe. I'm fucking falling for mr non-therapist, famous author, assbutt Dean Winchester." Next thing he knows Gabe's stripped him to his boxers and slid him into bed, lying beside him and running a hand through Cas' hair. "You haven't messed it up Cas. How did he react?" "I don't know. I hung up." He can practically feel the disapproving glare. "You hung up?" "I didn't mean to tell him Gabe and I was scared he'd shout at me. I-I'm sorry." Cas feels the exhale of Gabriel's sigh on his cheek, shivering slightly at it. "Gabe. Gabe I don't want to lose him." "You won't Cas. Take the day off tomorrow okay?" "Okay." "Sleep Cas. We'll fix this tomorrow."