Destiel One Shots

42. I Prefer Flying, I Wish I Had Wings

"Alright, Cas. We survived, that's the main thing." Dean attempted to comfort him.

"I just wish I hadn't screwed up so many times."

"Hey, you're new at this. That's not your fault. I remember my first time, I thought I'd get killed. But I eventually got the hang of it. You'll get there."

"It's just so complicated."

"I know, man. Just give it time."

"Are you sure I need this sort of training?"

"It's an important survival skill."

"I don't see how driving is a survival skill."

They were discussing Cas's driving skills in one of the old fashioned cars they found in the bunker garage, Cas in the driver seat, Dean in shotgun.

"You're human now, Cas. How else are you supposed to get around now that your wings are clipped?"

"There's always running. That doesn't require training."

"Depends how old you are."

Cas shot him a look of disdain. "Dean, if you're such an experienced driver, why must I learn?"

"Because I'm not always gonna be around to drive you everywhere."

"Yes you will. You'll always be there. I know you well enough to know that. You have a habit of sticking around."

Dean laughed. "Right. Either way, it's important to know how to drive. C'mon, let's go for another ride."

Cas groaned. "Dean, I'm tired. It'll be dangerous for me to be on the road." He yawned.

"Don't worry, you'll make it."

"I'm starting to see why you didn't want me driving your Impala."

"Good. 'Cause that might not ever happen."

Cas yawned again and started the car. The car jumped forward, then they suddenly stopped.

"Sorry." Cas apologized quickly.

"You don't have to apologize for every mistake you make. Just relax and keep moving forward."

Cas did as he said and tried to relax. He brought them slowly forward, inching closer to the garage exit.

"See? There you go. Not that bad, right?"

Cas just yawned again. Dean could see how tired he was. But, to be honest with himself, he just wanted to teach him how to drive solely because he wanted to spend that sort of time with him.

He wanted to be able to realign the steering wheel so their hands "accidentally" touched. He wanted to be able to see that small smile when he did something right. He wanted to hear the sound of his voice when he apologized for every little mistake he made.

"Dean, I'm very tired. I'm hardly able to keep my eyes open."

Dean nodded slowly. "Alright, let's take a break."

Cas sighed with relief. "Thank you." And he thought he was gonna pass out right there in the car. But he managed to turn off the ignition and get out of the car.

Dean wrapped his arm around Cas's shoulders, which struck up a load of confusion. "What are you doing?"

"I'm making sure you survive the trip back to your room."

All of a sudden, Cas pulled Dean into a hug. Dean reluctantly copied the gesture.

"What's wrong? You okay?"

"I just need one of these every now and then. All of my stress of being human gets the best of me."

"Don't worry. You'll adjust."

"Sometimes I don't think I will." A tear trickled down his cheek, soaking into Dean's shirt.

"Don't worry about being human, alright? To me, you'll always be an angel." He gave him a small kiss on the head.

Cas could feel his cheeks heat up as he blushed. He looked up at Dean.

"What was that for?"

"Because I love you, Cas."

He leaned in and pressed their lips together. They stopped and touched foreheads.

Cas smiled lightly. "Who are you, and what have you done with Dean?"

"I'm the one who just gripped you tight and raised you from the closet."

Cas tilted his head to the side. "What closet?"

Dean laughed and shook his head. "Nothing. Never mind. Do you love me back?"

Cas bit his lip shyly. "Yes. I do."