Destiel One-Shots

Stuck With You

For: Dayla1420
Prompt: Dean is low on money. Unbeknownst to Sam, who is in college, him mentioning a buddy's social experiment to his brother might change his emotionally constipated brother's life. He and Cas are stuck in a room for the day with a deck of cards and a notebook and a pencil. Cas was doing this project for his brother, Gabe (who he owed for Gabe coming to pick Cas up from his ex workplace), as a way to thank him.

(A/N: I have never been to Stanford, so details about the school are probably 100% wrong. I don't even live in California lol. Also, it's been years since I last played Go Fish. I may have messed up the rules and how to play.)

   Dean needed money. Sam was in college, and he refused to let his kid brother get a job and distract him from his studies. There were only so many games of pool he could hustle before people started to catch on. He had already been kicked out of a few bars for doing that, and he wasn't really keen on getting banned from any more. It's not like Dean didn't have a job. He had a very good job as a mechanic at his pseudo-uncle Bobby's garage, but the rent on their two bedroom apartment near campus was expensive, and Sam's scholarships didn't cover all of his tuition and books.

"Dean, are you even listening to me?" Sam asks, annoyed. Dean blinks back to the present, rolling his eyes at his younger brother's bitch face.

"Of course I was." He lies. Sam's glare deepens.

"Then what was I saying?" He sasses, crossing his arms petulantly over his chest. Dean groans at having been caught. It's worse because he can't even explain why he zoned out in the first place. Dean stubbornly kept all financial issues away from his brother.

"Fine. I'm sorry, Sam." He relents. "What were you talking about? I know I caught Gabe's name in there." Dean scowls slightly at the name of Sam's best friend rolling off his tongue. Gabriel Novak was a few years older than Sam, but younger than Dean by about five months. He had enrolled in Stanford late, having been too busy travelling and enjoying what various parts of the world had to offer. He wasn't a bad guy, he was just a bit of a free spirit, and Dean wasn't sure that he was the best influence for Sam.

"I was saying," Sam says, voice dripping with attitude, "that Gabe's project for his major has been approved. They're officially looking for volunteers to partake. Well, I use volunteer loosely. I'm pretty sure the participants are getting paid." Dean perks up at the sound of money.

"What exactly is it?" He asks, feigning disinterest. Sam looks at him, mildly puzzled that he's suddenly so interested in the topic.

"I'm not entirely sure, to be honest." Sam admits with a shrug. "Gabe hasn't been allowed to talk about all the details. I guess now that it's been approved it's all I'll be hearing about for the next few weeks." He adds fondly. Dean frowns down at the table in thought. He needed the money, so maybe he could volunteer for this social experiment of Gabriel's, preferably without Sam finding out.

"What exactly is he taking again?" Dean asks, wanting to know what he could potentially be getting himself into.

"He's in the School of Humanities and Sciences." Sam says as he slowly gets to his feet to clear his breakfast dishes and prepare for school. "Feminist, Gender, and Sexuality Studies." He adds over his shoulder as he disappears into their small kitchen. Dean freezes in his seat. At twenty-five, he has his sexuality figured out. He's comfortably bisexual, as long as no one he knows is aware of it. He's not afraid to come out of the closet and tell his friends and family that on occasion he likes to suck face with dudes, it's more that it's always been easier to just never bring it up. It's never been an issue until now.