"You know something!? I didn't even wanna go! Cause I knew, I knew there'd be problems," Castiel declared as he clambered into the passenger's seat of Nathaniel's car-err, his parents' car, "Inviting the whole school to that hotel, just that was a bad idea! She should have only invited a couple classes, or something. Fancy hotels like that always kick out people our age, especially when there's booze. They think we're all punks and what not, those old rich bastards, so I knew we were gonna get kicked out! I was telling Lysander on the way there some shit was 'bout to go down, but did he listen? Noooooooo."
Nathaniel sighed, sliding the key into the ignition and silently hoping that the redhead wouldn't be ranting on and on the entire ride home. Dealing with Castiel was irritating and difficult as it was, dealing with a ranting drunk Castiel was…Unbearable. "Speaking of Lysander, why aren't you riding with him?" Nathaniel asked, faintly hoping he could change these arrangements (that hadn't really been arranged at all).
"Because Leigh and Rosa do things in front of us that they should only be doing in private! Don't get me wrong, I'm no prude like you, Nat, but they get way too into each other. I guess maybe they think sitting in the back hides when she's rubbing on his cock, but it doesn't." Castiel grunted and leaned back in the seat, indifferent to the repulsed glare the blonde teen was giving him. "I really didn't want to know that," he muttered, shifting his eyes back to the road as he pulled out of the parking lot.
The redhead snorted irritably. "You asked the question, I just answered it."
"You didn't have to answer so vulgarly…Then again, I suppose I shouldn't expect more out of you."
"Dear God, you really are a prude."
Nathaniel rolled his eyes and bit back a retort, choosing to ignore Castiel for now. Tuning him out was usually a good way to deal with him. And it worked…For all of about ten minutes.
"Hey, put that out! I told you not to smoke in here!" The blonde snapped, casting a brief glower in Castiel's direction, that he would have held if he weren't driving. "No, I don't remember you telling me that," the redhead replied, taking a drag on the offending cigarette. "Just put the damn thing out, this is my parents' car, they'll kill me if I bring it back smelling like smoke! And get your feet off the dashboard!"
"Quit being a drama queen," Castiel replied with annoyance, failing to comply with either request. "Ugh!" He'd hardly been exaggerating when he said he'd be killed if the car smelled like smoke, so Nathaniel's patience was worn thing. He hastily pulled the car off to the side of the road and reached over, snatching the cigarette from the redhead.
Before Castiel even had a chance to respond, Nathaniel tossed it out the window. "I said no smoking! This is my parents' car, they hate cigarette smoke, and a carless asshole like you would probably leave burn-holes in the seats! So no smoking, and get your feet off the fucking dashboard! I'm going out of my way to give you a ride, and if you can't do those do those two simple things, you can just suck it!"
Castiel stared with a single brow lifted, seemingly taken aback by the blonde teen's outburst. After a moment he adjusted his position accordingly and snickered. "Whose the vulgar one now? You're such a hypocrite Nat, but okay."
"Okay, what?" Nathaniel sighed wearily.
"I'll suck it." The redhead leaned across the gap between the seats and started to unzip the blonde's pants.