Stolen(Destiel)

Untitled Part 10

The pub quiz was promising to bring a full house of patrons with different insights and knowledge in to all of life's categories. It was from seven to nine in the evening, so Dean and Castiel showed up at quarter till seven. Thanks to Castiel, Dean was always early now because his little angel was wary about being late to anything. They easily located Anthony and Pam and took up the remaining two bar stools at their table. Anthony and Pam, as it turned out, had shown up at six to get a good seat and food. Dean and Castiel ordered food and a pitcher of beer, and Anthony went over the logistics of the game.

It was $40 per team to enter, there were six teams, three rounds, and whoever won got a $25 gift card per person to a local business. Whoever won each week got to pick the last topic for the following week, and that particular topic this week was Middle Eastern history. Dean smiled and nudged Castiel upon hearing this; he knew Castiel would know history pertaining to the place where God's son was born; history was his best subject. Well, second best after biblical studies.

They ate and drank, and answered questions when they could. Dean was more helpful than he would ever admit with his intimate knowledge of all things Star Trek, old school rock and roll, and cars or engineering. Castiel was less helpful, until the last round of course. He pulled them from second to first place and their team (amusingly titled The Union) won the pub quiz. Dean and Castiel won $50 between them to a local grocery store and they finished up the night by buying a round for their table though Castiel refrained from partaking in more than two beers because he had to drive them home.

Nearing 10pm, the group decided to leave and get home since they had to wake up early for work. They stepped out of the warm pub in to a slightly cooler atmosphere, and the groups shared laughter only died away after they had said their goodbyes and each couple made their way to their respective cars. Dean waved goodbye to his coworker over his shoulder and slid his fingers in to Castiel's, Castiel closing his fingers around Dean's. Dean swerved slightly while walking, only to brush his shoulder against Castiel as a smile lingered on his face as he looked down. They walked towards the car, talking in quiet voices.

"And the one about the Tower of Babble, that was far too easy of a question to be worth so many points." Castiel was talking about the last round, thinking of how simple most of the questions had been. Dean was only half listening, letting the beer carry his feet towards the car. Once there though, through Castiel's quiet comments about the pub quiz, Dean grabbed him by the collar of his coat, pushing him roughly against the car.

Castiel was caught off guard and grunted, if only out of habit, as he felt the side of the Impala against his back. Dean leaned forward, his face close and breath visible in the air as it brushed across Castiel's face.

"Take me home angel boy," he whispered huskily, lips almost touching Castiel's and yet withholding that soft feeling.

Castiel paused for a moment, brow furrowing. "That's the plan, Dean."