The Rope (Destiel)

Cars And Coffee

Cas called the hotline the next day and asked for Dean. The sound of Dean's voice was quite soothing.

"Hello, Dean. It would've normally gotten worse over the course of twenty four hours, but it's just as bad as yesterday. Maybe just slightly better."

"That's good. That's very good."

"I just can't help but feel like I'll feel even worse than ever tomorrow, just because that would make up for today. What's your favorite car?"

"I'm sorry?"

"I wanna get to know you, so I wanna know all about you. What's your favorite car?"

"It's pretty specific. A 1967 Chevrolet Impala."

"Vintage. I like it. My mother had one. She loved that old thing. 327 engine, 4 barrel. She told me everything I'd ever need to know about that car. And firearms."

"What's your mom like?"

"Six feet under."

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

"It's fine. The day she and my father died was the day I stopped smiling."

"I bet you have a great smile."

"You don't even know what I look like. And if you do, that'd be kinda creepy."

He could almost hear Dean's smile. "What's your favorite car? The Impala, right?"

"Actually it's a 1978 Lincoln Continental Mark V. It was my father's first car. He got it when he was about my age."

"Really? What're you a pimp?"

Bitch, I might be.

He thought to say this, but he didn't. "I like it."

"Hey, I'm not judging you." He chuckled. The sound of his laugh made Cas's heart flutter.

"I'd love to meet you." He blurted. What was he thinking?

"What?" Dean muttered.

"Well, we talk on the phone all the time, why not?"

"We started talking yesterday. That's not all the time."

"I just want you to comfort me in person. Especially for tomorrow."

"Why tomorrow in particular?"

"Because tomorrow is... 'Touchy Tuesday'."

"Cas, what does that mean?" There was real concern in his voice.

"It's exactly like it sounds." Cas muttered.

"You mean... touchy, touchy?"

"What other form of touchy is there?" A tear ran down his face.

"And you just let them?"

"I'm sorry, please don't yell at me!" He squeaked.

"Whoa, hey, I'm not yelling. Don't be sorry. You don't have to put up with those jerks anymore."

"Do you have any family? Any relatives?"

"Cas-"

"Please. Just answer me."

Dean paused. "My brother. Sam. That's about it anymore. You?"

"My long dead parents. And my brother, Gabriel. He was... he was killed by Lucifer Pellegrino."

"You mean the Lucifer Pellegrino?"

"How many Lucifer Pellegrinos do you know?" He practically yelled. Lucifer Pellegrino was a well known drug lord. Gabriel got caught up in that. According to the autopsy, he OD'd, but Cas knew Lucifer forced those final pills down his throat.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. That must've been terrible."

"Can we meet up for coffee tomorrow? I usually skip school on Tuesdays anyway."

"You shouldn't do that."

"I don't care what you're going to say, I wanna meet you. Please. I just need someone like you in my life. I know I seem like a weird, stalker, rapist assbutt. But I just wanna... I just want to smile again." He hissed the last sentence through his teeth.

Dean paused again before replying, "Sure. How does ten thirty sound?"