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

Cakehole

- sunday part one -

Winding down the window, Castiel let a breeze float throughout the Impala. His arm leant on the door handle as a makeshift arm rest while the sun filtered down through the trees, bouncing off of his sunglasses. The shade from the vegetation was a cooling rest from the scorching heat.

Dean sat in the driver's seat, relaxed hands on the wheel. He looked calm on the outside, a slight smile on his clean shaven face; but this morning was a different story. Even though he hadn't uttered the words aloud, Cas could tell Dean was nervous for this particular visit to Bobby's. 

Back at the apartment, Dean could be found staring into his clothing drawers for long amounts of time- undecided on what to wear. He brushed his teeth twice and styled his hair double that. He barely even paid attention to Castiel, giving him no more than a mumbled 'morning babe' and a 'lets go', but Cas was pretty sure the last one was Dean talking to himself so he couldn't back out of the visit.

Dean was definitely nervous. This would be due to the fact that this wasn't a regular visit to Dean's uncle's. It wouldn't be just the three of them. Sam was going to be there. The same Sam that led Dean to drunkenly attempt to enter Castiel's house in the dark. The Sam that then led to Dean's break down over his little brother going to Stanford. Castiel wasn't going to lie - he was kind of nervous too.

"How about some music hmm?" Castiel tried to subtly calm Dean. He reached for the radio, but his hand was swatted away. Castiel furrowed his eyebrows at Dean as he watched what he was doing. He turned the radio on himself, choosing a station suited to his own music taste.

"So I can't choose the music now? I was trying to be helpful." Castiel scowled, appalled that he would hit his hand away. Words would be a nice change from this attitude.

"You know the rules." Dean uttered, the smell of chewing gum escaping his mouth as he spoke. Castiel rolled his eyes and looked out the window.

"Right. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole." Castiel muttered. "You didn't even have music on, what difference would it have made?" He glared at the trees so he wouldn't have to at Dean. When he was nervous and actually spoke, Dean was known to hold an angry attitude. It didn't do well with their relationship.

Dean shrugged. "You mentioned music and I was in the mood for this station." He couldn't even seem to notice how he'd affected Castiel.

"You know, Dean." Castiel started, a hand holding up his chin, elbow leaning against the door window. "I get that you're nervous-"

"What? No I'm not-"

"You're chewing gum, Dean. You only do that when you're nervous." Castiel pointed out, an impatient tone to his voice. Dean raised an eyebrow, sparing a glance at Cas.

"How would you even know that?"

"Dean." Castiel sighed. "C'mon, you chewed gum when you first started flirting with me, asking me out on a date and everything. Ever since then I've only ever seen you chew gum when you're nervous. I know you." 

Dean continued looking straight ahead, his lips pulled into a tight line. 

"Anyway." Castiel continued, still pissed. "I know you're nervous, but that doesn't give you the right to be a dick to other people. You don't just slap a person's hand and ignore them for an entire morning when they've done nothing at fault. You need to talk about it or you'll take it out on me- or someone else, and not even realise it."

Dean took a moment to understand what he was saying before he reached over to turn the music down. He then leant over to place a hand on Castiel's, but he'd pulled it away, crossing his arms. Dean nodded, biting his lip.

"I guess I deserve that." He turned his attention back towards the road. "I'm sorry, Castiel. I just... I haven't seen Sammy for over two years; when he left for college. We didn't leave on the best of terms either, which must be why I'm so...nervous." He rolled the word off of his tongue as if he was admitting it to himself. Admitting that he really was scared for this visit.

"I'm sorry I neglected you, I must have been so caught up in what I was going to say or do once I got there, I forgot to say and do things in present time too."

Castiel sighed, turning his head towards Dean. "I know." He whispered. "It's okay."

"No, no it's not. I've obviously done this before." Dean glanced at the radio. "You can pick the music on the way home, it's a bit late now, we're nearly there."

Castiel nodded, letting his arms fall into his lap. He continued to stare out the window, wondering if Sam was going to be anything like Dean.