How on earth did he get out there so fast? Castiel can barely breathe, he packed up and ran outside faster than he thought was possible. Don't make Dean wait. Outside, Cas sinks to the concrete steps, telling himself to calm down.
"Hey, Cas."
His heart speed up again almost immediately. He looks up, parked next to the curb is the most beautiful beast of a car he's ever seen. Black, sleek, and shiny. The license plate seems slightly beat up, the KAZ 2Y5 in black lettering just barely starting to chip. The engine seems to purr with a low rumble that Castiel swears he can feel in his chest. Even more so once he's actually inside the car. The interior is well-worn black leather. It's obvious, even to Cas, that this car is a home.
"Nice car." Cas says.
"Thanks, dad left it to me."
"It's really great."
Dean smiles, putting the car in gear and pulling away from the curb. Castiel gives him the easiest directions to his house he can think of.
"Tell me about yourself." It's not a question.
"What do you want to know?" Cas asks.
"Fine," Dean looks at the dark-haired boy. "Let's play Truth."
"Do you mean Truth or Dare?"
"Nah, just Truth. I ask you a question, you answer with the truth, and vice versa."
"Okay." Castiel agrees. "You first."
"Umm... favourite colour?"
"Probably green." Cas says after a moment of thought. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen. Do you smoke?"
"No, never. My voice is naturally this weird and scratchy." He laughs.
Dean nods.
"What's your favourite song?"
"It's a tie between 'Ramble On' and 'Travelling Riverside Blues' both by Led Zeppelin."
Castiel furrows his brow. "I don't think I've ever heard either if those."
"You're kidding!" Dean says. "Best songs ever. Remind me to play 'em for you some time. You a virgin?"
A blush spreads across Castiel's face at the sudden question. "Ummm..." He stops. Should he lie? He doesn't want to. What would happen if he did tell the truth? Dean wouldn't think any less of him, would he? "Yes... I am."
"That's fine. You probably just haven't met the right person yet." He turns a corner. "Your turn."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Nope. Girls aren't really my thing." Dean gives Cas a sideways smile. "Which house is yours?"
Castiel looks out the window, he hadn't realised they were on his street.
"That one, left side."
Dean slows to a stop in front of the house.
"Nice place. Your parents home?"
"I-uh-I don't have parents. I live with my older brother, Gabriel."
"Oh shit, I'm sorry, man. I didn't know. My dad's gone too, car crash a couple years ago. Mom died when I was four, Sammy was just a baby."
"Really?" Castiel says. "Sam told me about your dad, but not your mom.
Dean smiles. "It's fine. I'm surprised Sammy told you about our dad. Poor kid took it kinda hard."
He stares a Dean's hand, wanting nothing more than to reach out and take it in his. Not wanting to leave, Castiel stays in the car for another moment, listening to Dean drum his fingers on the steering wheel, wishing he could just become part of it. Part of Dean's family. Part of Dean's life.
"One more truth." Cas says, leaning over to the other boy.
Dean stops drumming his fingers. "Shoot."
"Would you date me?" Castiel steels himself for the answer he knows will come.
"Honestly?" Dean laughs. "Yeah. You're kinda my idea of a perfect date."
That wasn't the answer Cas was expecting.
"You're kidding."
"Not at all. Why, do you wanna go out some time?"
"Uh... sure. Yes. I'd love to." Cas says, his eyes wide with shock.
"Tomorrow? After school?" Dean asks.
"Yeah. That'll work."
"Great." Dean says, as Castiel climbs out of the car. "See you tomorrow."
Cas shuts the door and Dean drives away, waving out of his window. Cas is grinning wider than he ever had in his life. Everything is going to be amazing.
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You're An Amazing Artist
FanfictionSam, Dean, and Castiel are all in high school together. Cas is an aspiring artist, Dean loves it. Cas and Dean fall in love, because... of course! (*koff koff* smut *koff*) Sorry. I'm terrible at summaries. (I uploaded this on Archive Of Our Own as...