Love is a Challenge (Destiel)

Races

Castiel and Dean had decided to eat outside that day. The chill September air, nipping at their skin. Cas was still in Dean's clothes, much to Dean's approval.

Dean held out a french fry, and Castiel gladly accepted it. For some reason, Dean insisted upon feeding Cas. But he wasn't complaining.

"So, I have a question for you," Dean said, holding out another fry. Cas leaned forward and took it betweem his teeth, taking a bite.

"And what question is that?" he asked, staring up at Dean.

"There's these races that go one just outside of town. Like people do tricks and stuff in their cars, and they get judged on it. The top 3, go into a race. And the winner, gets a trophy. I'm planning on going, since my brother is in it, and I was wondering if you wanted to join?" he asked, slipping a few fries into his own mouth.

Castiel smiled. "I would love you go," he said, making Dean smile. The bell rang in the distance, and the boys stood up.

"Great, I'll pick you up at 6," Dean said. He quickly looked around to make sure no one was looking, and leaned forward to kiss Castiel's cheek. "Oh, and wear orange. Any shade will do," he said, before walking away.

-

6 o'clock had rolled around quickly, and soon Cas was answering the door for Dean. He was wearing a plain light orange shirt, and blue jeans, while Dean wore a gray shirt with an orange button-up over it, and black jeans.

"Ready to go?" Dean asked, holding his hand out for Cas, who accepted it. They walked out to the Impala, and got in. Dean started to drive.

The boys sat in silence, until Dean lifted one arm out for Cas. "Come here," he said, eyes never leaving the road. Castiel smiled, and scooted closer, cuddling into Dean's side as he drove.

"It's more comfy this way," Dean said, leaning over to quickly peck Castiel's hair, before turning back to the road. They drove for about 15 minutes before Dean pulled into a crowded parking lot, filled with people. He found a space and they got out of the car.

Dean took Castiel's hand again and led him up the bleachers that overlooked the stadium.

The field was bigger than a football field, only in was filled with dirt and ramps. There were several areas of bleachers surrounding it, and each set was divided into 2 colors. The one Cas was in was divided in orange and blue.

They sat in the orange section, one the front row.

"This is amazing," Cas said, taking in his surroundings. Dean nodded.

"Yeah, this is one of my favorite places," Dean said, just as the show started.

For more than an hour, Castiel watched cars flip over each other, some crashing, some not. It was entertaining,  especially since Dean was getting so worked up over it. He was cursing each time a car scraped their bumper on the dirt, or when one crashed.

"Dean, calm down," Castiel laughed, watching as Dean went off on the importance of cars, and how much it'll cost to repair the damages. Dean looked over at the smaller lad, and a smile tugged on his lips.

"Ladies and gentlemen, for our final act, we have orange vs blue. Let the battle begin!" a man yelled over the microphone, and Dean was immediately up and standing at the fence. Castiel followed, leaning his head on Dean's shoulder.

He knew that his brother, Sam, was up next, because Dean hadn't shut up about it. Castiel found it cute.

-I won't go into detail about the show, mostly because I don't know how to describe it. Anyways, Sam won the race.-

Dean was running to the gates, and onto the field, Castiel following. Dean ran over to his brother, and engulfed him in a hug.

"Sam! That was amazing! Scary, but amazing!" Dean yelled, full of excitement. Cas chuckled, standing by so Dean could talk to his brother.

"Thanks, I worked hard on it," Sam said, voice lower than Cas had thought.

"I can tell," Dean laughed, playfully punching Sam's shoulder. Then he turned around, and grabbed Castiel's hand, pulling him forward.

"And, this is my boyfriend, Castiel," Dean said, gripping Castiel's hand tighter. Sam smiled. He stepped in behind Dean, so he was standing inbetween the 2 boys. He made them break hands, just to shake Castiel's.

"So you're Cas. Nice to meet you, I'm Sam. Dean has been talking about you non-stop for the past week, but it's actually really cute how he always blushes at your name," Sam said. Castiel laughed.

"Hey! A little too personal, Sam," Dean said, shoving Sam aside so he was in front of Cas. Sam laughed, putting his hand up in defense.

Dean turned to say something to Cas, maybe an apology for his brother, but Cas never figured it out.

"Dean moans your name in his sleep!" Sam said, interrupting Dean, who immediately turned to him.

"I do not!" he yelled back, a healthy blush on his cheeks.

"Yes, he does. Don't let him lie to you," Sam told Cas. Now it was Castiel's turn to blush. Did Dean really do that?

"Anyways, there's a nice diner a few blocks from here? Wanna go?" Dean asked, grabbing Castiel's hand again.

"Sounds nice," he replied. Dean turned to his brother.

"Hey bitch, we're gonna grab something to eat. Wanna come with?" he asked, just for Sam to shake his head.

"Nope. I got stuff to do, jerk," he said back, getting in his car. Dean shrugged.

"I'll see you at home then," he said, before turning back to Cas. "Let's go."

*I EDITED AS I WROTE. HERE YA GO*