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

Yeah Right, Fuck Off

- Monday -

"I just," Castiel sighed, rubbing his eyes with one hand. Dean followed him through their apartment door, shutting it behind him. "I just wanna watch some tv, is that okay with you?" Cas finished.

He dumped his bag at the foot of the sofa before shuffling out of his shoes. He let his body weight fall into the sofa, the cushions enveloping his body. Dean moved Castiel's shoes to the front door and carried Cas' bag to the kitchen bench before returning to the living room.

"Sure," He sighed, having had a long day himself. Castiel felt around between the sofa creases before his fingers touched the hard surface of the remote. "We've been meaning to watch more Parks and Rec anyway."

Castiel's head lazily rolled across the back of the sofa as Dean sat down next to him.

"I guess, but we've also been meaning to watch Orange is the New Black and the new season comes out in a few months. Parks and Rec will be online and we won't need to catch up." Castiel turned on the TV as he spoke carefully, not keen on another argument.

Dean looked uncomfortable on the couch, like he didn't know how to phrase his next words. He stayed like that for a few minutes, making Castiel uncomfortable in turn.

"What?" Castiel had just about put his show on when Dean's silence unnerved him to the point of almost snapping.

"Well, we watched orange is the new black last night, and..."

"We can watch parks then." Castiel interrupted. Dean would win whatever this conversation was headed to. He always does, Castiel hadn't had an argument where he didn't feel like shit afterwards for so long. Even if Dean was at fault, he felt bad. These arguments were getting more and more frequent too, and it was slowly getting all a bit too much. Castiel just wanted one simple day without a fight.

"C'mon." Dean sighed, leaning back into the sofa. Castiel raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Nothing." Dean muttered.

Castiel raised his eyebrow up further, an icy glare resting upon Dean. Nothing hmm? Yeah right, fuck off, he thought.

"Nothing! I just... it's a TV show, why are you so worked up about it? Why can't I pick the show?" He spoke, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

Castiel huffed, turning his body to face Dean. "You know why? Because you drive the car, you pick the music, you choose the shows, you drink all the bloody milk for crying out loud, you do all of these- these things, I think that I deserve a little control over my own life once in a while, even if it's as simple as choosing which shitty TV show I wanna watch."

He was tired and he hadn't meant all of that to come out, but at the same time he didn't regret it. It was too late to change his attitude and too early to apologise, he was too full of anger and exhaustion to calm back down and face what happens next.

Dean opened his mouth to say something but Castiel stood up, speaking again. "I'm going to bed, I don't feel like watching anything anymore."

"Cas..." Dean tried to grab a hold of his hand but he pulled it away, heading for their bedroom still fired up with emotion. Dean stayed in the lounge for a few minutes longer, letting his boyfriend cool down before he stood up to follow him. This time knowing there were no concert tickets or candy floss to buy him out of this one.