Carry On, my Angel: a Destiel Story

Picking out a car

Dean's POV
I ran around my apartment, cleaning up scattered toys and crumbled pieces of paper. Usually Sammy keeps the place clean, but he's on a deadline.
I checked the clock, two hours until Cas comes over.
I grab a beer and take a sip, then Ben runs in and jumps on me.
"Daddy!" He said in three year old delight.
"Hey Ben, you ready to hang out with Grandpa?"
He nodded and jumped again.
There was a knock on the door, and I made to get it when Sam came out of his room and got it.
John Winchester stood on the other side of the door. He was an older looking version of our cousin Micheal.
"Hey Sammy, Heya Dean." Ben launched himself at my dad. "Hello there Ben"dad held Ben against him and gave us a giant smile.
"You ready for your grandpa grandson weekend?"
"Yep, you boys going to be okay?"
I nodded and Sammy signed yes.
~~~
Dad  took Ben, and Sammy left to go spend the weekend in a haunted hotel with his friend Kevin, he claimed it was for a big project he was working on.
I checked my phone again, five minutes until cas was supposed to be here, and no text that he was on his way.
I waited.
Then Cas was ten minutes late, I finally got a call.
"Oh my Chuck, I am so sorry. My stupid car broke down and now I'm at your work and didn't realize how late I was."
"It's okay Cas, want me to pick you up
"Yes please!"
"Be there in five"
~~
I pulled up in Baby, my gorgeous black 1967 Chevy Impala, and saw Castiel sitting in the same spot I first met him a month prior.
"Heya Cas," he looked at me with wide blue eyes. God they were such a pretty blue, so clear and wonderful. No homo though, I thought sternly at myself.
"Mr. Singer told me my car was dead. And he called me an Idjit? I am confused." He had a surprisingly deep voice, it always made me shiver in surprise. Totally the only reason.
Boi you want to jump his bones, admit it.
I like women damnit!
Right, now what's the name of your next date?
Cassie.....
You made this date when now?
Shut up Brain.
Realizing I spent too long arguing with myself, I told Cas "he calls everyone that, I'm sorry about your car."
"It's okay. Sadly my brother has been trying to get me to get a new one for years. I do not want him to gloat."
"I hate when brothers do the I told you so. Last year Sammy told me that I would throw up if I ate an entire tub of ice cream after drinking half a bottle of whiskey,"
"He was right?"
"Completely and then gave me a superior look for a week. So what do you want to do about a car?"
"Well Mr. Singer is scrapping mine, do you mind if we go by the car lot before hanging out?"
"Sure, I'll help you get a good one.
~~
This man had no taste in cars, he kept looking at the almost dead ones.
"Cassssssss" I groaned. "That one is literally falling apart," as if on cue the rim fell off.
"So this is not a good choice?"
"No. Please just no. Go look at the nice new cars please."
"Don't you drive an old car?"
"Yes but I take care of Baby! There's a damn difference!"
"Oh,"
Cas went over and saw a brand new blue mustang.
"I like this one, "
I drew a brow and he smiled.
I think I died a little.
~~
Castiel bought the damn mustang, like he was buying a candy bar. Like he had enough money on his card to buy it.
"How?" I asked back at my apartment. He followed me back from the car lot.
"I come from a wealthy family,"
"I knew your family had money but damn." Cas smiled.
"What's that?" He asked looking at the art work Ben made me during preschool.
"Oh, that's ummm a picture my son made me." He looked shocked and turned his head.
"I did not know you had a son, how old is he?"
"I must've forgotten to mention it, he's three."
You didn't mention because you were afraid Cas didn't like single fathers. Coward.
Really Brain? Now?
Well you tell me, why did you leave out a major detail of your life! Seriously like the most important.
"His art is very good,"
"Thank you, I'm quite proud of it."
"Is he with your girlfriend?" Was that a hint of jealousy in his voice? No I must be mistaken.
"Actually he's with my dad, I'm single." Yeah for now. Shut up you little shit.
"His mom left a while ago," I add hastily.
"I'm sorry, that must be hard."
"It's okay, I have my dad and brother. They help loads."
~~
We ended up watching marvel movies and eating burgers we had delivered.
"Thor is my favorite!" Castiel smiled  widely. "I named my dog after him."
"Please tell me you're joking."
Cas got a serious look on his face, then pulled out his phone and pulled out a picture of a golden retriever with a plush Mjolnir, laying next to a little kitty with a green collar and Loki's helmet tag. The dog also was wearing a little Thor costume.
"Oh my god, you didn't."
"I did! That's my brother's cat Loki."
"You two must be pleased with yourselves."
He nodded, "so who's your favorite?"
"Easy. Captain America."
He made a face.
"Do not diss America's ass like that Castiel! He's such a good character."
"I agree he is, but he's your favorite?"
"He's a badass war veteran!"
"You got a point. It's just weird, I've never heard someone say he's their favorite."

"You're weird"
Author's note: don't kill me captain America fans. I love him! But Loki owns my heart.
He stuck his tongue out at me. My heart hurt for a minute but I ignored it to go back to watching the movie.
"He is America's ass," Cas whispered to me after captain killed one of the aliens.
"That he is," our hand met in the popcorn bowl we got after finishing the burgers.
Ooo you know you like his hand touching yours.
He's just my friend, I didn't move my hand away.