Feathers // A Destiel AU

(3) Dean Winchester is a Crybaby

"Son of a bitch!" Dean's fists meet Baby's steering wheel. A pang of guilt shoots through him, after he realizes what he did. His hands slide down the wheel in a gentle caress, "I'm sorry Baby, it's not your fault."  He let's his forehead rest on the top of the wheel. There's a light tap on Dean's shoulder, and he jumps. Honking the horn as he jerks up. 

"Jesus man, are you okay?" Sam. It's just Sam.

"Yeah, I'm peachy Sam." He starts the car, his foot pushing just a bit too hard on the gas peddle.

"Where's Cas?" Dean's foot involuntarily presses down harder. His fists tightening on the wheel.

"I don't know, okay Sammy. Now let it go." Sam took his terribly harsh tone as his cue to shut up. The rest of the car ride was silent, well except the loud purr of baby's engine and the screech of the tire's rubber against the rough pavement of the road as Dean drove back to their temporary base camp.

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Dean spent the rest of the day in bed. 

Whether it was taking an hour nap the second he got back to the motel, or watching tv, he was in his bed. Hell, Sam even went out and got him the latest issue of Busty Asian Beauties, trying to entice him out of bed. But he wouldn't budge.

"Dean, you gotta get up sometime man." Dean mumbled something back, but Sam couldn't understand through the fork full of pie in his mouth. Sam stood up, walking over to his brother he ripped the remote out of his hands, turning the tv off with the click of a button before throwing it at the edge of the bed.

Dean swallowed the pie in his mouth, "Hey! Turn that back on!"

"You're lucky I let you keep your pie." Dean's eyes narrowed, he brought the pie closer to him. Practically holding it like it was a human child. "Now, are you going to stop being a pout-y bitch and tell me what's wrong, or do I need to find out for myself? Because with all the other shit that's going on right now, the last thing we need is you acting like a two year-old."

"Am not."

"There! Right there! You're being a child!"

"Fine. You know what Sam, I'll tell you. Cas and I had a fight, he got upset, and then he disappeared. There, happy now?"

"You two fight all the time! How is this-" Sam stopped as he heard a knock on the door. He shot Dean a look that asked 'Who's that?', and Dean shrugged on instinct.

The door swung open, and there stood a short man. He had longish-length dirty golden-blond hair, dull hazel eyes, and a lollipop stick between his teeth as he smiled like the cocky sonovabitch he is. He pulled his hands out of his forest green jacket pockets to remove the stick from his mouth.  

"Sammy, Dean-o. Long time no see." 

Dean barely turned his head to look. "Show-off.." He muttered to himself. Did that smug bastard always have to be so goddamn extra?

Sam smiled so hard he thought his face might break, "Gabe?" He walked to the doorway, embracing the small archangel in a bear hug. "It's been so long.. How have you been? Heck, where have you been?"

"I've been good, you know, busy doing angel stuffies all over the world. Causing mischief, and spreading good fortune. I was over in Bristol earlier today, before I got a call from my baby bro."

Dean, suddenly interested in what the uninvited guest had to say, got up from his bed within a matter of seconds. "Cas? He called you here? Why? Is he okay?" He collected his cool again, well as much of it that he could while he was acting like Cas' concerned mother. But it was like he hadn't said a thing, neither of them noticed him.

"Aww Bristol?" Sam cooed, "That's over in England right? Man I've always wanted to go there! I hear it's like a little slice of heaven with all the little bakeries and such."

"Well.." Gabe leaned on the door frame, arms crossed, a suggested devilish look in his eyes. "I could always clear my schedule and take you there myself. It'd be an honor to show the great, Sam Winchester all Bristol has to offer."

"Really?" Sam's face lit up. "I'd love that! And then while we're there, you could show me that one-"

"Hey!" Dean snapped, finally catching both of their attention. "Whenever you two are done discussing which types of conditioner you use, I'd like to know what the hell is going on with Cas."

Gabe shot Dean a glare. "Always a cock-blocker, never the cock." he quipped. He could see Dean rolling his eyes. "Anyways, as for our little old Cassie, I'm on my way to pick him up now. I just seem to have mistaken the location he gave me for your room. He said he wanted my help with some stuff, and a little gossip buddy to talk with. Rumor has it that a certain, Winchester doesn't understand boundaries."

Sam turns, eyeing up Deans now cherry dusted face. "Oh, what the fuck did you do? I knew there was more to this than you said." 

"Hey, shut it Sam! You wouldn't understand even if I tried to talk about it with you. It's not my fault lollipop over here opened his big mouth in the first place."

Feathers ruffled, and they looked back to the door where Gabriel was previously standing, but he was gone.

"Sonovabitch!" Dean dashed out the door, looking left, then right. Gabe had disappeared completely. Dean smashed his fist into the door. "God dammit. I hate him, I fucking hate him!" he let his fist rest against the cool wood, leaning into it like it was his lifeline. "Sam, keys."

"Dean-"

"Keys, Sam. We're not doing this right now."

Sam found Deans keys and handed them over. Yanking them from his hand, Dean grabbed his jacket and slammed the door behind him.

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A/N:

Just over 1000 words of Dean being a grumpy pants- to fill some space in the story. The next chapter will be around the same length and will be mainly focused on Castiel and his feelings. Also Gabriel- I doubted putting him in. But he fits in perfectly to the next chapter, and writing him is so fucking fun for me. So here ya go.

Please leave your thoughts on this chapter below, and let me know what you wanna see in the future.

~Willow