A/N: hi! I'm back. This is my "first" destiel fic. I really appreciate anyone who reads it, but I don't want to take to much of your time, so go ahead and read!
Disclaimer: none of the characters are mine, I just throw them in an AU and watch them dance :)
Dean Winchester was never going to remember his keys. They were tucked away in his locker in the break room. Making sure he carefully disarmed the security system, he ran back through the auto body garage and fished his keys out from his locker.
Such a stupid thing to forget. And he did it every fucking time. Rufus, one of his bosses, and Benny Lafitte, the other mechanic working that night had to wait for him to make sure the shop closed up properly.
Dean came out jingling his keys in front.
"Boy, the day you remember your shit- I will already be dead." Rufus grumbled and stumbled into his truck.
"See you later." Dean waved as his boss pulled out of the parking lot.
"Same time?" Benny asked and leaned against Dean's car, his most precious possession.
Dean nodded. He and Benny have been going to the same bar, every Saturday night, for the last year.
"I'll be there."
"It's on me tonight." Benny laughed and straightened his cap before getting into his pick up.
Dean waved again and slipped into the drivers seat of his '67 Chevy Impala. He picked a cloth from the backseat and wiped his greased and grimy hands on it before letting his fingers run over the steering wheel. They slipped into the exact grooves they had been using forever and Dean pulled out of the mechanic shop.
He stopped at a grocery store for a bag of chips and a root beer before heading over to the pub.
Harvelle Roadhouse was a dimly lit tavern that had the best tasting beer from around the area. The owners, Ellen and Jo Harvelle personally knew them. Ellen was a hard ass lady with a kind heart. Her daughter, Jo was a hot blonde with a bite much louder than her bark.
Dean pulled into the lot an hour earlier than usual. Benny was probably still in his crappy apartment, feeding off freezer breakfast burritos and stale farts.
He shrugged out of his work shirt and instead pulled on an old plaid button up and his favorite leather jacket. He shut the car door and felt something bounce on his chest. He looked down and quickly stuffed his necklace back down his shirt where it's supposed to be.
Now he can finally enjoy a beer in peace. He walked in and took a seat near the middle of the bar. It was a bit busier than normal, but in the next few minutes would probably pan out.
"You're here early." Ellen scurried by to grab a new glass.
"Nothing to do." He grumbled and looked down the line. Four other men were seated at the bar. Ellen smiled and reappeared with his usual.
"Well, you know you are always welcome here." She patted his arm and then smacked the back of his head. "Now get your grubby hands off my countertop. You have been in that auto body shop too long today!" She exclaimed and ran around to get another drink for someone.
The fizz bubbled out of the top of the glass as he let his fingers slip down the neck of the bottle. He slipped his damp fingers on his neck as a desperate attempt at staying cool. The crowd of bodies was starting to moisten the air around him. The music wasn't shit today. Usually Ellen plays the country radio because lots of the customers like it, but today it was Jo's turn to choose. The oldies were playing and Dean felt his foot tap against the barstool to the beat.
However throughout the evening, the crowd dwindled down to just a few people and Dean Winchester was only on his second beer, which was a new one from the back cellar. The new beer tasted like shit, but he wanted to keep his head a little warm and fuzzy, just the way he liked it. His shoulders hunched over the bar stool and focused on the mirror behind Ellen.
His own green eyes stared back at him. Dean found a hair that was out of place and ran a hand through his hair. He straightened his jacket and went back to his beer.
A man sat next to him and he grinned.
"Benny, hey thought you'd never make it." Dean exclaimed and turned on his stool. The man looked back at him. It wasn't Benny. "Sorry, man. I thought you were someone else." He apologized and went back to looking in the mirror, feeling a bit more flustered than before.
"I know that feeling." The guy said and raised a hand, flagging down Ellen.
"What can I get you, sweety." She asked, throwing the dishtowel over her shoulder. Her hair flicked back behind her shoulder again.
"Something light. I don't drink that much." He said, solemnly and stuffed his hands into his red zip up hoodie. She nodded and left.
Dean probably should've kept his mouth shut and not said another word, but he turned to him. "Then why are you at a bar? Just curious."
"I don't know. I just want to do something other than sulk in my apartment." The guy said and pushed some raven black hair out of his face. Ellen came back with a bottle, assuring him that it was the lightest beer she had on tap.
"I can drink to that." Dean offered the neck of his bottle to him, and their glass clinked together.
"I'm Castiel Novak, by the way." Castiel said and took a swig of the beer. He coughed a bit, but swallowed it with along with the disgusted look plastered on his face. Dean couldn't help but laugh. "You can call me Cas."
"Dean. Dean Winchester."
"Hello Dean." Castiel noted, in a deep voice. "I haven't seen you before. I probably wouldn't remember you if I had though." Cas said.
God his eyes were blue, Dean thought. That kind of blue that could get you lost in a wasteland, trying to decipher exactly what kind of blue they were. Was it blue like a galaxy picture from a satellite, or blue like the ocean next to the sunrise? Dean decided it was the galaxy kind of blue and went back to the conversation.
"Well, I've got a good memory, so don't worry. We haven't met before." Dean said and finished off his beer. "This your first time at the pub?"
"I think so." Cas looked at Dean and smiled warmly. "I just wanted to try something new."
"Well, you came to the right place." He looked at the doorway, but no sign of Benny. He figured if it was this late at night, he wasn't going to show. "Cas-you're drinking the wrong stuff." He warned. Dean flashed Ellen a look and she came over again. He ordered a scotch for each of them and she whisked away.
"I can't afford-" Cas began.
"It's on me." Dean smiled and watched as Cas tipped the glass up, downing half the liquor.
"Shit, that's nasty." His body shook on the stool and he blue eyes shut tight. Dean followed and let the liquid burn down his throat.
And just like that, they were talking.
"So. What do you do for a living, Dean?" Cas implored and twisted in his seat to face Dean directly. His posture was so relaxed and comfortable. Cas's long and nimble fingers were splayed over his knee and the other hand was swirling the glass.
"I'm a mechanic." A quick answer for his question. "Bobby's Auto Body Shop? Down on Main Street? Ever been there?"
Castel looked up to the ceiling before deciding that he hadn't.
"I work at Anna's Pancake House on E Street." Cas stuck a thumb behind him, the opposite side of town.
"Oh, I've been there a few times." Dean said, and finished off the bottom of his scotch. He went there for Bobby's birthday breakfast. "Are you a waiter?"
"No. I'm in the back. I wash the dishes." Cas said, very contently. He smiled proudly.
"Oh." Dean stated, not knowing where to go from here. "That's cool."
"Where are you from?" Cas asked.
They talked all night, up to closing time. For four hours, they kept drinking, and talking, and laughing and sharing stories. At one point, Dean felt like it was Benny he was talking to. He let all his stress and worries wash away and he just focused on Cas's smile. It was so infectious.
Ellen started wiping down the counter and the two helped put chairs on the counter.
"You boys better be off. I'm closing this place up in a few." Ellen said and waved goodbye before disappearing into the back room.
The two walked out the door and Cas puffed out a ragged breath. They stood on the street corner for a second while Dean checked his phone. Benny sent a text message that said Not feeling well. See you Monday. Dean looked at Castiel, who was rocking back and forth on his heels.
"Thanks for tonight." Dean clapped his hand on his back. "You gonna make it home alright?"
"I was actually going to ask you about that…" Cas smiled, tucking his chin in a bit. "I rode the bus from my house. Could you…?"
Dean shook his head and grabbed Cas's upper arm. It felt nice and strong underneath his hoodie. "Come on. I'll give you a ride. As long as you aren't an ax murderer." Dean smiled and felt Cas's shoulder against his as they walked towards the Impala.
"God… That's your car?" Cas's jaw dropped as he gapped at the sleek body and shiny paint job. The dim moonlight gave enough shine for Dean to see his reflection, and he straightened his jacket into place. One hand through his hair, and they climbed into the car.
Dean followed Cas's instructions to his house. They talked some more as the headlights guided the path.
Eventually after winding through a forested road, Dean pulled off into a driveway with the tiniest two story house. It had white trimmings and a small white picket fence around the front yard keeping in nothing but dust bunnies. Behind it was a massive field full of tall grass and lined with trees around the meadow.
"Cute house." Dean started.
"You should see the inside." Cas got out of the car and Dean shut off the engine, wondering what could possibly be in this tiny house. It looked perfect for one or two people. Add a kid in there and it would get to cramped.
A small blue Nissan pick up was parked underneath the hanger. Dean started wondering about the mechanics of the vehicle, just like he did when he saw anything that might roll up into the auto body shop.
Cas lead him up the front porch and into the doorway. He fumbled with his keys which were all painted a different color.
"Welcome, to my home." Cas spread his arms out wide and introduced Dean to his building. "Sorry, it's messy…" There were post it notes cluttering the entire room but everything was neat and tidy. Cas grabbed Dean's hand and dragged him to the kitchen. On normal circumstances Dean would've resisted contact with people, but he felt so comfortable with Castiel. It was so normal and it felt like he has known Cas forever. Also, it was about one in the morning and he was too tired to resist.
"No, it's fine." Dean said in response to the bit of clutter and went into the kitchen. It had a small eat in table and the most beautiful wooden cabinets. There were post it notes everywhere too. Little things like 425 degrees for pizza. Another post it said Anna coming for dinner this Thursday.
"What are all these little things?" Dean flicked one sticking out of the fridge that said eggs, shoelaces, and flour. "Why are shoelaces on your shopping list?"
Suddenly, Cas pushed him against the wall. Dean's arms hit the sliding glass door and he tried to brace himself against Cas's strength. Dean slipped his knuckles into the crook of his arm where Cas had to bend to keep him from moving.
"I keep forgetting them." Cas breathed into Dean's ear and started nudging the side of his neck with his nose. Dean could feel his lips grace against his skin but he didn't try to pull away.
"Cas," Dean said, but hardly attempted to push him off. "Cas, I don't play for your team…" Cas softly laughed and trailed his fingers up Dean's jacket.
"Are you kidding? Everybody plays for my team." Cas said.
Then at that moment, Dean did something that surprised himself.
He grabbed Cas's arms and flipped him around, so Cas was pressed against the wall. He smiled and bent in closer. Dean bit Cas's lower lip felt a nervous sweat start dripping off his brow. Cas looked down and started working on removing Dean's belt. Dean unzipped Cas's jacket and ripped it off his shoulders. They both shrugged out of their clothing and Dean kicked the pile aside, underneath the table.
Soon, they were spinning in their own little world. The two made their way up to Cas's bedroom where the lights were dimmed low. The window was open, letting a cool breeze into the stuffy room.
It felt so good to be with someone this way. Knowing it was just him and Cas in the countryside. Last time he was with someone it was Lisa and that was a year ago. It felt like longer than that though.
Only the occasional cars on the road outside whizzed by to let them know that they were not alone on this Earth. They became so enveloped in each other's warmth that it felt like their own little blanket of peace and calm.
Dean opened his eyes to the sunlight streaming in. Castiel was facing the wall, sound asleep. Dean peeked over his shoulder to look at the alarm clock. Another sticky note was posted with Castiel's work schedule for the next week. He was working Tuesday through Thursday. But the auto body shop opened in half an hour and Dean needed to be there now.
Dean jumped out of bed and tried to remember where he left his clothes. Under the table, that's right. He scrambled down the stairs and pulled on his clothes, which needed a wash because they still smelled like grease and sweat from yesterday's work.
He found his keys on the table and slipped them into his jacket before running up the stairs to the bedroom. Dean bent next to Cas's side of the bed and lightly shook him awake.
"Cas, hey." His hand felt cold against his bare skin.
His eyes shot open, and wide with terror. "Oh god!" He screamed, grabbed the blanket and scooted over to the other side of the bed. "Oh god, take anything you want, just don't hurt me. Please!"
"Cas, what-" Dean stepped back and held up his hands.
"How do you know my name?" He trembled in the sheets, still bare naked.
"Shit, what the fuck?" Dean hesitated, not knowing exactly what to do. "Don't call the police. Okay? I'm not going to hurt you. Don't you remember last night?" Dean asked, looking at the clock. He can't be late. Bobby would be angry if he was late again this month.
Cas slowly shook his head. Dean stood, almost frozen on the spot. What are you supposed to do when someone completely forgot the unforgettable night?
Dean fidgeted with his jacket collar nervously. "Uhh, you got a paper?" Castiel nodded and jumped to the side table drawer. He grabbed the leather bound notebook that was sitting there and ripped out piece. He handed Dean a pencil as well.
"Call this number after 4 today." He wrote down his cell number and handed it to Cas.
"I'm working today though."
"No you aren't." Dean pointed to the work schedule posted next to the alarm clock. "I'm assuming that is for this week."
"Oh. Oh yeah." Cas said, his face screwed up. "Okay. Then you will explain what happened last night?"
Dean grinned a bit. "We got a little drunk last night, if that helps."
"Shit." Castiel smiled sarcastically.
"I gotta go. Call me though-" Dean ran down to the Impala and skidded out of the driveway. In his rearview mirror, he saw Cas at the top window, wrapped up in the linen watching him disappear.
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