Whiskey and leather (A Destiel AU)

3: Weekends and alone time

There was a chilling breeze running across Dean's face, as he stepped out of his bedroom, and onto the porch of his mother's house, Marry. Marry was inside attempting to cook pie, cherry pie, John, Deans father, and Deans favourite flavour. He shivered, popping his collar as if it would keep the back of his neck warm as he squinted, sprinting towards the impala quickly. Dean hated the cold!
'Damnett! Stupid brother... wanting to stay with uncle bobby... stupid charlie... having a hook up... stupid everyone, being to busy for me, fine, I'll just hang out by myself. I don't need them to have fun,' Dean thought to himself, as he started the engine and was about to drive off.
BING!
Dean jumped, hearing the obnoxious ping of his phone, making him look over at his phone with wide eyes. He reached over quickly, snatching it up and unlocking it in one swift move.
Cas: "hey, I'm bored, wanna hang out?"
Dean: "sure ig, everyone is busy so we will be alone,"
Cas: "So just me and you? Sure, what you wanna do?"
Dean: "Movies?"
Cas: "No, to boring. What about swimming?"
Dean: "Cas, it's 50° outside, wtf?"
Cas: "Haha, so"
Dean: "Whatever man, be ready, what's your address, I'll pick you up,"
Cas: "No, I got a bike, be there in ten."
Dean read the last message, and blinked.
"Cas? A bike?" Dean mumbled, imagining the dark haired, blue eyed beauty on a motorcycle. He let out a chuckle, and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked down at the steering wheel, waiting for the sound of the motorcycle to roll around.
Ten minutes later, as promised, Castiel roared around the corner. His bike was completely black, his helmet a dark, yet bright Shiney purple, he slowed his bike down, and parked it. He hopped off, seeing Dean head banging to the music in the car, so loud Cas could hear it from there. He smiled, walking over to the passenger side door unnoticed.
Knock knock!
Dean jumped, his hand over his heart as he looked wide eyed at the boy outside of his car, as he turned down the music, he noticed there was a bag slung casually off cas' back.
"Damnett Cas!" The man yelled, in a slightly pitchy, voice, that had went up almost a full octave. Cas' eyes lit up with amusement as dean rolled the window down to give cas the bitch face. Cas only smirked.
"Enjoying yourself?" Cas asked, as a gentle breeze flowed into the car, pushing the scent of Cas' collonge in with it. Dean took a deep breath as the scent filled his nostrils, and fought the gasp in the back of his throat. The smell was almost intoxicating, something sweet, like honey, mixed in with the musk of leather, which reminded him almost of the impala. Dean's throat let out an involuntary whimper as cas pulled away, and ran his long fingers through his dark hair, eyes never moving from Dean's. Cas had a playful look in his eyes, as he looked at the boy with amusement. Dean looked so... Distracted, scared even. 'Do I scare him?' Cas thought, as he broke their oddly long gaze to stare at his bike, then down at his clothes. He smiled, and held the bag up.
"Brought my trunks," Cas said, breaking the awkward silence that had grown between them since he came to lean across the impala ever so slightly.
"Uh... right," Dean's masculine voice was back, after he felt he'd lost it for so long. Dean didn't say a word as he got out of his car, without shutting it off, and jogged back inside, grabbing a random pair of shorts and a pink towel from the folded laundry his mom had folded on the couch, and jogged back outside, seeing cas' pale pink cheeks had turned a slight red. He was shivering slightly now.
"You sure you wanna do this, man?" Dean asked, his voice breaking from the cold ever so often. Cas smiled,m a huge, face splitting smile as he threw his head up and down in a random fashion. Dean just shook his head, and climbed into the impala once again.
"You getting it, or not?" Dean asked, looking at Cas with forced bored eyes, cas glanced at his bike, and looked back at Dean.
"I dunno, do I gotta sit in the back seat?" Cas asked, smirking playfully. Dean rolled his eyes, but couldn't Fight the smile that took over his lips. Cas thought for a second, before shaking his head laughing.
"Nah, you know what? I'll go on my bike, you follow me. I got an idea, keep the trunks though." Cas said, casually before running to his bike, throwing one leg over, and gunning the engine, before putting on his helmet, and taking off, with Dean in tow in the impala.
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Dean turned off the engine as Cas walked around the side of the black, sleek car. He smiled as he saw Dean admiring the sleek car, then reach a single finger out, and run it across the door before leaning against it casually, looking up at Dean with his bad slung across his sholders as if he where posing for a picture. Dean awkward stumbled out of the car, looking at the large building with satisfaction.
The indoor pool
He would be warm. He took out his towel and shorts, and turned to walk inside, taking the lead this time. Cas smiled, and strolled along lazily behind him.
They entered the steamy locker room quickly, Cas eager to start swimmimg, Dean just wanting to get the hell out of there. Cas pulled off his AC/DC shirt right in front of Dean, oblivious to Dean's eyes. Dean watched as Cas' shirt left his hands, and his eyes focused back onto Cas' kinda muscular back, which, to his surprise, had two large, black tattoos on it.
They both started in the middle of his back, and stopped at the back of his arms, near his elbows, wings. They where very detailed, with every feather on them perfectly inked on. The black ink fresh, as if it was only done months ago. Dean smiled, clearly impressed.
"Like what you see?" Cas asked, turning around suddenly to see a fully dressed Dean, staring at Cas with wide, guilty eyes.
'Guilty as charged,' Dean thought, with a virtual smirk, before he felt his face flush at the very thought that filled his mind.
"Yeah, nice tattoo, what's it mean?" He asked, quickly changing the subject as he pulled his leather jacket off, then his P!ATD  shirt off, tossing it asside, Cas smirked.
"It simply means freedom," he said, with a shrug. He watched Dean as his back showed, his muscular form sweating from the steam. He smiled, seeing the tan skin from behind. Dean started pulling his pants off, and Cas quickly turned doing the same before putting on his dark blue swimming trunks. He grabbed his towel, and turned around to see a fully dressed Dean, with dark blue trunks on as well, and a bright pink towel.
"Dude what the Fuck is with the matchimg?" Dean asked, raising an eye brow at Cas. Cas looked at him quickly, before his eyes landed on the fluffy pink towel around his shoulders.
"What's with the pink towel?!" Cas asked back, chuckling slightly at the end, Dean just rolled his eyes and stalked out the locker room, leaving a amused castiel behind.
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Dean ran quickly to the side of the pool, discarding his towel in the process and jumping in without hesitation, the harsh smell of pool cleaner hitting his nose, making it flar. He smiled, seeing cas walk in slowly, stroll to the side of the pool, and put his towel down, before taking off running in the opposite direction.
'What is he doing?' Dean though as Cas made it to the far wall, and turned around. He watched Cas take a deep breath, before starting to run swiftly.
"CANNONBALL" Cas yelled, before throwing himself in Deans general direction, and curling into a tight ball. Dean moved out of the way just in time for Cas to land right where he was. Cas surfaced, and laughed hard, before running his fingers through his wet hair.
"Damn, I missed," Cas said, looking at Dean with pouting eyes, Dean smiled, and splashed him before swimming off.
"Come back here you assbutt!" Cas yelled, before swimming after Dean in a giggling school girl manner, little did they know they where being watched by a certain british, scottish male on the pool side.
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Dean laughed as Cas chased him across the pool, then looked up at him happily as he finally caught up. He looked at him, before letting himself fall backwards. The water engulfed him, and he felt something brush against his hand, and it pull back. He resurfaced quickly, and took a deep breath, before looking around to see someone in dark hair, pale skin, and dark swim trunks, sitting on the edge. He looked short, and unamused.
"You guys together?" The man asked, the deep scottish, british voice cocky and smart-alikey. Dean looked at him, then around for Cas. Cas was across the room at the diving board. He looked excitedly at Dean as he made it to the top, and waved. Dean smiled, and waved back.
"No, he's just my friend," he mumbled, not taking his eyes off of Cas as he jumped quickly, and landed safely in the water.
"Could've fooled me," the boy mumbled, as Cas swam back towards them.
"Hey, whose this?" Cas asked, leaning against the side of the pool before flopping his hair around wildly, slinging his hair everywhere. Dean smiled, and shrugged.
"I have no idea," Dean said, then grabbed Cas hand and tried to pull him away, only to feel a sharp spark against his hand as their skin connected, making him jerk his hand away quickly. Cas gave him a weird look, before turning to the stranger.
"What where you two talking about?" he asked, ignoring  the sharp spark he felt when Dean grabbed his hand. The man smirked, before looking at the uncomfortable boy beside Cas.
"I-" he began, before Dean grabbed Castiels soft, but firm hand and dragged him away, yelling loudly over him.
"NO THINGS! NOTHING! NOT A THING!" He yelled as he dragged Cas to the edge of the opposite side, turning around to where he was facing cas, and noticed his face was unnaturally close to him. His eyes met his, then his eyes involuntarily flickered towards his lips, seeing tiny holes under his lips, showing he had had snake bites. Dean gulped, and stepped back quickly, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck.
"What was that all about?" Cas asked, as he scanned Dean's face, watching the water droplets drop off his hair and onto his cheeks. He let a smile play on his lips as he watched his frustrated expression.
"Something stupid," was all Dean said, before running his fingers through his hair, and swimming to the edge before pulling himself up.
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Dean dragged his towel against his skin, letting it soak up the water dripping from his hair. He waddled out the bathroom and into the locker room, putting his pink towel over his shoulders and picking up his phone. He looked down to see three unseen messages.
mom: 'Charlie stopped by, told him you where with that Castiel fellow,'
Charlie: 'ha, knew you likes him! Go get some!'
Sam: 'your on a date? With cas?'
Dean's stomach turned, as he sat down quickly.
Dean: (to sam) 'What? No sammy, I'm not on a date! I'm str8!'
Dean: (to Charlie) 'What the fuck, Charlie, I'm str8!'
Dean: (to marry) 'Jees, thanks mom'
Dean jumped as his phone pinged once again, and looked down.
Sam: 'Don't lie to yourself, Dean lol,'
Dean: 'Shut your cake whole! Sam I'm straight!'
Sam: 'Keep telling yourself that, Jerk'
Dean: 'Bitch!'
Dean let out a slight chuckle as he saw the texts, he couldn't help it, he loved his brother.
Cas walked in to the locker rooms with soaked hair, and heavy clothes, his pants hanging slightly off his hips, showing well made hip bones and a v line. Dean looked up at his smooth chest, and the water beading down his chest gently, and there was a sharp shiver down Dean's  spine. He tried to pry his eyes away from the wet, half nude man as he dragged the towel across his soft, pale skin. As his skin dried, and his hair dried, Cas thought of what had happened. Why had Dean just left? Why didn't he tell him what that guy said? Why did he run off? Cas ran his now dry fingers through his damp hair as he pulled his shorts off, unaware of Dean's looking eyes as he pulled his pants back on, followed by his shirt, then turned to look for Dean. He froze as his eyes met Dean's, his eyes wide with a guilty-as-charged, caught look. Dean blinked, his face turning dark crimson right there in front of Castiel's eyes. Cas felt a slight smirk grow on his face, as realization hit him. 'That's why he ran off, he likes me!' Cas thought, though he didn't know just how confused Dean was.
"Like what you see, pretty boy?" Cas asked, with a flirting hint in his voice, Dean just looked down awkwardly.
"Uh... sorry I was thinking," Dean mumbled, blinking rapidly before turning and changing quickly.
They left without another word.