"Listen, the problem isn't with the dent boy," the head mechanic said. "This car needs a new engine, a new engine, a carburetor, a..." the list went on and on as Sam's head started to spin. He was having a bad feeling this car was never going to make it to Thunder Road at this rate.
As the mechanic finished off the list, the Hunters looked hesitantly at Sam wondering how in the hell he was going to fix this car. "Well Sam..." Benny started. "Got any Scotch tape?" he chuckled along with the rest of the Hunters. But Sam had enough of their teasing, this car was going to fly dammit! And it sure is hell gonna be a winner at Thunder Road.
"Oh yea, well what do any of you drive?" Sam yelled in fury. The whole shop went quiet as Benny, Jo, and Kevin hung their heads. None of them had anything to say. "That's what I thought," Sam sneered.
"Now, come on guys," Dean said hoping to bring the group back together. "Now this car could be a major piece of machinery," he reasoned. He didn't know why, but Dean was leaning more in favor of this car as he looked at its potential. "And look at this, why this car could be systematic, hydromatic, ultramatic," Dean described enthusiastically. Even the rest of the Hunters were warming up to the beaten Impala now. "Why this could be Greased Lightning!"
"Yea, that's what we should call it!" Sam agreed. The Hunters cheered along with them as they all started to get to work on fixing this baby.
-Destiel is the Word-
After a long day of working on the Impala, it was good to say it was finally getting the upgrades and repairs it desperately needed. Which in turn also called for a much needed break. The Hunters decided to meet at the Roadhouse to eat as well as discuss the future for Greased Lightning. As Sam and Dean made their way to Roadhouse, they were met by the stink of the Demons' car once again.
"I swear Dean, those Demons are asking for it!" Sam angrily shouted. Dean nodded in agreement but remained quiet as they continued walking. As relaxing as fixing the car was, Dean wasn't feeling all too hot, for his mind still wandered back to Castiel. Memories of last night played over and over again back to how sad Castiel looked at him. Dean was suddenly shaken by Sam as they entered the establishment, with Sam taking note of this unusual behavior.
"Hey Dean, you're not still thinking of Castiel, are you?" Sam was really hoping Dean would drop the macho persona and just confess, but he didn't want to be discovered.
"Nah, man are you crazy?" Dean replied, a little too fast if you ask Sam.
"Really, because I was thinking-"
"You think too much," Dean said before walking past the silver doors. Sam let out a huff before following. Sitting with the other Hunters, they discussed their plans for Thunder Road. They talked tactics and the layout of the road as well as possible tricks the Demons might have cooking.
Dean nodded and gave his input here and there but his mind still wandered. Was there even the slimmest chance he could get Castiel back? He wasn't sure until something caught his eye, or rather someone. Across the room was a rather very happy looking Castiel...sitting with...Dick Roman!? Were they on a date?
Dean's heart fell a little, but tried to ignore them as much as he could...wait? Did Castiel seriously laugh at one of Dick's jokes? Dick can make jokes? Dean was getting more irritated by the minute watching those two. Especially as they kept moving closer together. At this point, Dean wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was staring at the two, or more like drilling holes into Dick's head.
Coming out the bathroom, Gabriel was making his way to his group, when he too noticed Castiel and his date. Looking across from them he could easily spot Dean's glaring red eyes at Dick. Gabriel made a small laugh to himself. Oh this is going to be fun, he thought.
"Hey Dean, someone stealing your date?" Gabriel said standing over the Hunter's table with the biggest smirk on his face. He gestured over to Castiel's table as though Dean didn't see it before. The rest of the Hunters were now very curious to see what the fuss was about and turned, but all they saw was Castiel?
"Oh bite the weenie Gabriel," Dean scoffed rolling his eyes. There was no way he was going to blow his cover, just yet.
"With whipped cream please," Gabriel said winking at a very blushing Sam. "See ya round." Gabe jumped when he felt someone slapped his ass. And judging by the way Sam was trying to play innocent...he is so getting punished tonight he thought.
"I swear, these Angels are good for one thing and one thing only," Dean dramatically sighed.
"Yea, but what are you supposed to do with them for the other 23 hours and 45 minutes of the day?" Benny joked. Sadly though Kevin was concentrating way too seriously on that question.
"Really? They only go for 15 minutes?" The rest of the Hunters rolled their eyes, while Jo slapped the back of Benny's head.
Meanwhile Castiel was feeling a little bit bored with Dick Roman. He was nice sure and had a lot of money, but he wasn't exactly the brightest fellow. Plus it didn't help that Dean was here too. Oh why did he have to eat here too?
"Hey Richard," Castiel said politely. "Want to listen to a new song?"
"Yea that sounds good," Dick said blankly.
"May I have some money please?"
"Here."
"Thanks." Castiel was thankful. At least he'll have sometime to clear the awkwardness.
The minute Castiel moved away from his table, Dean was ready to make a move. But he couldn't let any of the Hunters see him, at least not with Castiel.
"Guys, I'll be right back," he said without any reason. But judging by how immerse the rest were in Thunder Road, they didn't seem too concerned.
Making his way around the entire table to avoid suspicion, Dean was only a couple steps away from Castiel, when he was suddenly stopped by Becky Rosen.
"Hey Dean!" Becky said gleefully, getting way into his personal space.
"I can't talk-"
"Listen-"
Castiel looked up to see what all the commotion was about and of-fucking-course it was Dean in the arms of another girl. That assbut…
"I can't talk right now," Dean said a little louder, pushing pass Becky Rosen. When he finally reached Castiel, he didn't exactly know what to say. He leaned on the jukebox hoping Castiel would make the first move. Getting no response, not even a glance, Dean spoke up. "Hey Cas-"
"Hi," Castiel said quickly and bitterly. Dean was a little taken back by the coldness in his voice but tried again.
"How are you?" Dean asked politely hoping to get a better response.
"Fine, thanks." They both knew Castiel was purposefully avoiding Dean with the way he was absentmindedly looking through the records. But none of them spoke up about it.
"Cas, I been meaning to talk to you," Dean said with a defeated sigh. There was no way he could fix this without sounding like a complete and utter ass.
"What about?"
"That night after the pep rally," Dean started. "The way I acted was terrible, but that wasn't me." Dean finally got Castiel to look at him, but it was with a very confused expression. "I mean, it was me, but it wasn't me." Now Dean was just confusing himself. "You see Castiel, I got this image-"
"That's why I'm so glad Richard is such a simple person," Castiel interrupted, his vision going back to his date. Who apparently was taking a great interest in the straws in the cup.
"Yea, too bad his brains are in biceps, if you can call it that," Dean snickered.
"Jealous are you?" Castiel asked raising one eyebrow.
"Jealous? Oh Castiel, please. Don't make me laugh. Ha. Ha. Ha." Dean mocked. But deep down he was a little jealous, but refused to admit it for the likes of Dick Roman.
"Oh yea, and what have you ever done?" Castiel challenged.
Dean was taken back a little. Sure he never done sports, but he was still physically fit by any means. "I can run circles around those jerks!"
"I'll believe it when I see it," Castiel huffed before walking away. So it was fitness Castiel wanted to see? How hard could that be…
-Destiel is the Word-
In the gymnasium, guys were twirling, swinging, and doing all kinds of exercises unfamiliar to Dean. He grimaced at the sight before him. God he needed a smoke for this one.
Taking a deep inhale, Dean went in search of Coach Singer who greeted him with a soft smile.
"Let's start with the first rule," he said taking out Dean's cigarette. "Cut down to two packs a day. Now, what athletics are you interested in?" Dean shrugged not knowing the first thing about sports or anything related to physical activity. "You like the rings?"
"Yea, I installed some for my brother about two weeks ago," Dean said seriously. Why the hell are they talking about cars?
Coach Singer laughed, but stopped after seeing the seriousness in Dean's face. "Alright, then you're gonna need to change."
"Yea, that's what I'm here for, I need to change," Dean said rolling his eyes in a knowingly manner.
"No you idgit, your clothes," he said gesturing to his attire.
"Oh."
-Destiel is the Word-
Out on the basketball court with new clothes, Dean felt entirely uncomfortable, but he needed to change. He needed to do this for Castiel, Dean thought.
"Okay fellas, I wanna introduce a new man, this here is Dean. Let's start him off with a tryout," Coach Singer tweeting his whistle. Unexpectedly to Dean, he was hit in the chest with a leather ball.
"You better watch it," Dean spatted to the player. The other players snickered getting into position.
"Little fire in there, let's go," Singer said getting everyone back on track. Tweeting his whistle once more, the game finally started. However, too many people were coming up to Dean. This was a fighting game? Dean thought. Holding the ball close to his chest, he threatened the other players surrounding him. They all backed away immediately. Yea, that'll show 'em. However, Coach Singer whistled again, ending the game.
"Dean," Coach Singer said pulling the ball away from him. "You have to dribble the ball," he said demonstrating the action. "And then you have to put to put it in the basket. Think you can do that?"
"Can I do that?" Dean scoffed and started dribbling the ball.
"Alright, let's try again," Coach Singer said with an eye roll and whistle.
As quickly as Dean got the basics of dribbling, was about the time it took for the other players to steal the ball. Dean stood dumbly before getting angry enough to punch the player. Singer shook his head in disappointment before taking him off the court.
Maybe there was another sport?
"Alright, I want you to meet your wrestling partner, George," Coach Singer introduced.
One look at the freakishly large man and Dean knew he was screwed. "Are you crazy?" Dean yelled backing away. He may like fighting, but he knew his limits.
"Hey hey hey, come on," Coach Singer encouraged. Hesitantly walking back, Dean made his way to the mat. "Ok let's start, get into first position. Dean you get down, and George you get top. Ready?" It was immediately after the whistle was blown that Dean was pinned underneath the very large man. And it was definitely not how he wanted it to go. "Dean, you have to try. Alright let's try again, except maybe change positions."
With the new positions set in place, Dean felt a little bit of confidence knowing he was on top. Hopefully having the upper hand against, George. However right after the whistle was blown, Dean found himself with his back on the mat once more.
"Give up?" George smirked.
"Yea," Dean sighed with a small glint of mischief in his eyes. Right as George turned around, with that stupid smile on his face, Dean punched him in the chest getting the large man off of him. Though he may have lost twice, there was enough satisfaction to see George almost cry like a girl.
"So he's a hitter," Singer thought silently.
Out on the baseball field, Dean was in yet another outfit ready to play ball. "I think you'll like baseball," Coach Singer stated. "It's not much of a contact sport, it's just hitting the ball as fast and as hard as you can."
Stepping up to the plate, Dean took a couple practice swings. Thinking it was Dick Roman's head at the end of one of those balls definitely gave him the confidence he needed. However the catcher seemed to disagree.
"Throw the ball, guaranteed this guy can't even bat." Ignoring the rude comment, Dean lifted the bat up to play.
"Play ball!" the umpire shouted. Out of nowhere the ball flew right past Dean earning a strike. "Strike one!"
"See! What kind of ball player are you?" the catcher was starting to get on Dean's nerves and very quickly too. Ignoring him once again, Dean set up to hit. But another fast one flew by him.
"Strike two!"
"He swings like a rusty gate. Let's see you actually hit it," the catcher taunted. This time Dean was going to hit it, make this guy finally shut up. The next ball was coming in, it was going and going, and suddenly...a hit! He hit it!
"Foul ball!"
Dean turned around quickly to see the catcher with a wide smirk on his stupid chubby face. Having enough of this guy, Dean pulled back the catcher's mask and let go with at THWAP! Seeing the invite for a fight, Dean held his bat ready to really swing.
"Put the bat down! I said put the bat down!" Coach Singer shouted grabbing the bat away from Dean's hands. Giving a heavy sigh, he moved Dean away from the other players. "Don't worry, some sports don't have any contact at all," Coach Singer sighed desperately trying to hold in his inner anger.
"Oh yea! Like what," Dean was aggravated. It seemed as though there wasn't any kind of sport for him. How the hell was he supposed to win Cas back from Dick if he couldn't do anything!?
"Well, there's track."
"You mean like running?"
"Not just running," Coach Singer gasped. "Something that needs endurance, something that needs stamina. Like long distance running, cross-country running."
"I guess that can be cool," Dean reasoned. He did say he could run circles around Dick, maybe this was his chance to prove it.
Out on the track field, Dean was keeping a steady pace. Feeling pretty good, he ran with ease without any rude comments, pressure, or intimidation. That was until he saw Castiel brush his hand along Dick's face. And that smug bastard leaned into it too! Hoping Castiel was watching, Dean ran faster and faster. Reaching the hurdles, Dean jumped over each of them, expecting Castiel was seeing his sweet moves. It seemed to have worked as both Castiel and Dick were watching. But looking over his shoulder, Dean completely missed the last hurdle and spiraled into an awkward fall.
"Dean," Castiel said softly running after him, ignoring Dick Roman completely. "Dean are you alright?" he said catching up to Dean with worry in his eyes. However, Dean wasn't talking to him and kept walking away. "Dean, answer me," Castiel pleaded, but was getting slightly annoyed. "Dean the least you can do is talk to me after the way you treated me." And that is when Dean finally started talking.
"Cas, I said I was sorry I-"
"See, got you talking," Castiel giggled playfully. Dean couldn't help but smile too knowing Castiel seemed to have forgiven him. Or at least was comfortable talking to him again. "But are sure you're ok?" Castiel asked politely.
"Yea I'm fine," Dean replied. "Still going out with that jockstrap," Dean asked glaring at Dick from over his shoulders.
"Well..." Castiel said softly biting his bottom lips.
"Is he taking you to the dance?" Dean cornered.
"It depends on you," Castiel said cheerfully with a bit of hope.
"On me?" Dean asked in surprise. And here he thought it would take a complete makeover for Castiel to finally belong to him. But thankfully Dean was still about to win Castiel over, even with a couple bruises to show for it. Still, Castiel was waiting for an answer, praying Dean would say what he wanted to say. "He can stag it, come on," Dean said as they left the field together.
-Destiel is the Word-
At Roadhouse, the place was pack with people from all over. It was Dean's first time taking Castiel out after they finally settled on giving them a fresh start. But as Dean looked closer into the restaurant, he could spot all the Hunters and Rebel Angels in there. He never did tell any of them they were going steady, and for once Dean was panicking.
"Cas, let's go someplace else," Dean offered.
"Why?"
"Because we can't be alone here." Which was partly true in Dean's case.
"Dean," Castiel pleaded showing off his big blue eyes. One look and Dean was gone, of course he could never say no to Castiel with that face.
"Ok, ok," Dean said reluctantly, but if they were going to eat there, they were going to do it without being seen by the others. Which kind of broke Dean a little wanting to show Castiel off to the entire world, but just not here. Grabbing Castiel's hand, the two sped inside to the farthest table from anyone else.
"Nearly pulled my arm off Dean," Castiel said trying to straighten himself out.
"I just didn't want to miss this table," Dean said hurriedly placing the menus up to hide their faces.
"What are you doing?" Castiel questioned with a very confused look on his face.
"I just want us to have some privacy," Dean said holding on to Castiel's hands. He was relieved to see Castiel's face change into a smile. But their moment was stopped when the waitress asked for their order.
"Cherry soda, please," Castiel asked.
"I'm not really hungry," Dean said barely looking over the menu. "Give me a double bacon burger and a cherry soda with chocolate ice cream."
"Oh, that sounds delicious, I'll have the same."
"The same?" Dean's eyes bewildered. "You sure do eat a lot," Dean chuckled, of course Castiel never ceases to surprise him in the best of ways.
Once again, their small moment ended with a large burp from Sam, as he and Gabriel made their way over to Dean and Castiel's table.
"Hey Dean how are you?" Sam asked, though couldn't see the groan Dean was emitting.
"Hi Gabriel, how are you?" Castiel asked, unfazed by this invasion.
"Peachy keen, jelly bean," Gabriel smiled snuggling into what looked like Sam's Hunters jacket. Of course Sam would be the 'gentleman' for Gabriel, Dean thought. And of course with these two followed the rest of the Hunters and Rebel Angels, asking for money or ordering food like they owned the place; and quite annoyingly Dean's table.
"Jesus, I have so many hickeys I look like a leopard," Gabriel announced looking at his reflection through the napkin dispenser.
"Think of it like a Hallmark card," Sam playfully joked. "You care enough to send the best."
"You pig," Gabriel rolled his eyes.
"Love it when you talk dirty to me babe," Sam faking an orgasm.
"My parents are wondering if you'll have tea with us on Sunday Dean," Castiel said towards Dean who almost choked on his burger. Now the whole table was silent waiting for Dean to respond.
"I don't like tea," Dean replied hoping the rest won't tease.
"You don't have to drink tea," Castiel giggled.
"Well, I don't do parents," Dean said quickly ending the conversation for now.
Meanwhile, Benny was trying to score with one of the other Rebel Angels, Samandriel. Offering a bite of his ice cream sandwich, he was surprised to hear him actually decline. "You're a cheap date," Benny accidently blurted. Alfie's eyes went wide by Benny's very blunt comment. "I didn't mean it like that," Benny quickly said hoping to save himself from an embarrassing explanation.
"I understand," Alfie said, taking no offense to it, at least that's what he told himself.
"I always thought you were understanding," Benny said dumbly, hoping it would make him sound a bit more romantic. "That there's more to you than just fat." Benny was silently kicking himself in the ass a million times over. Who the fuck would said that to woo someone!? But seeing Alfie simply just nodding in agreement, he thought he did pretty alright. "Um, do you have a date for the dance?"
"No," Alfie said quickly. Oh my god, was this really happening?
"Want to go cher?" Letting slip that name of endearment.
"My name's not 'Cher'," Alfie said in disappointment.
"No, no, 'cher' means..." Benny quickly started, but he blushed before giving Alfie the real translation. "It means...really good person?" There was no way, he was going to buy it...
"Oh...then yes!" Alfie shouted giving Benny a wide smile. "But, you know you can just call me Samandriel, or Alfie if you like that," he said blushing. Only a few of his closest friends called him 'Alfie', but for Benny, he can make an exception. Benny gave himself a pat on the back in his head for not screwing up completely.
"Ugh, I have to go study for that dumb algebra test," Balthazar groaned collecting his things.
"Luckily, you have an armed escort home," Kevin rose up. This was his chance, he could snag a Rebel Angel for his own, couldn't he?
Balthazar gave Kevin a once over and rolled his eyes. "It's not the arms, I'm worried about. It's the hands," he said walking away from the table.
"He loves me," Kevin sighed.
"Anna, darling, are you coming?" Balthazar asked.
"I think I'll hang out here for awhile," Anna said quietly hiding her hair under her bandana. Balthazar took no notice and walked off with an annoyingly smiling Kevin behind.
"Man, I hate dieting," Alfie blurted out. So that's why he declined me earlier, Benny thought to himself. "Want some of my mom's pie?" Alfie asked suddenly turning his attention to Benny. Nodding very quickly, Benny's hand was grabbed by Alfie, making their way for the door.
"Hey Benny," Jo shouted after them causing Benny to stop. "15 minutes remember?" She said with a an evil smirk as Benny groaned out the door. Jo laughed as she grabbed her things saying bye to the rest of the group.
"Cas, let's get out of here," Dean pleaded hoping now they can leave for some real alone time. Thankfully Castiel nodded saying his goodbyes to the remaining few people.
Sam rolled his eyes seeing those two take off, they were so in love whether Dean admitted it or not. "Dammit I'm always left with the check," Sam groaned. "Hey Gabe, can I borrow some money," Sam asked sheepishly.
"God, you have the personality of a mop," Gabriel spat in disgust. Sam was getting really annoyed with how Gabriel was treating Sam lately. Ever since their night at Makeout Point, things were getting worse between them and Sam demanded to know why.
"What's with you Gabe?" Sam asked angrily.
"Oh don't start with me," Gabriel threatened.
"Oh yea, why don't I finish with you," Sam challenged leaving Gabriel with wide, scared eyes. However his face turned sour as he reached for Castiel's abandoned drink.
"Finished this!" Gabriel shouted dumping the liquid contents onto Sam and some onto Anna. "Sorry Anna," Gabriel said quickly before throwing Sam's jacket in Sam's face and storming off.
"Gabriel!" Sam shouted after him jumping from his seat to catch up.
Meanwhile Anna was left with no one but herself and some sticky soda on her shirt.
"Hey hey, no use crying over spilled soda," one of the waitresses called out, cleaning up the mess on the table.
"Oh, I'll be okay," Anna said softly. "Hey um...Vi, is it okay if I stay a little longer?"
"Suit yourself," Viola replied gathering the dishes. Anna gave a small smile and decided it was time to take off her bandana, revealing locks of pink hair underneath. "Wow!" Viola gasped with her mouth opened wide.
"What?" Anna asked, hoping it wasn't going to be about her hair.
"I'm sorry to tell you this, but your hair looks like an Easter Egg!" Anna groaned lowly.
"Yea, I had a bit of trouble in tinting classes," Anna explained. "In fact, I had a bit of trouble in all my classes! Beauty school sure isn't what I expected."
"Nothing ever is," Viola sighed.
"Vi...I dropped out of school!" Anna blurted. "What do you think of waitressing?"
"You're much too young," Viola said, feeling sorry for the poor girl.
"Maybe telephone operator! Nah, I wouldn't want the headphones covering my ears," Anna sighed in defeat. "If only there was a guardian angel to tell me what to do. Like in the movies!" Anna said excitedly.
"If you see one, give 'em my number," Viola huffed walking back into the kitchen.
Sighing in defeat and sadness, Anna crawled back into one of the booths and laid her head down. Closing her eyes, she only hoped to find some guidance in her dreams.
Suddenly a man in white appeared before her! Everything about him was bright, from his eyes, to his smile, and even his shoes. "Anna, it's time to let go of this silly dream of yours," the bright man said.
"What?" Anna said still disbelieving her eyes.
"Anna, you're only a child, and it's time to go back to high school," the man continued. "You may have the dream, just not the drive. Now if you got your diploma, more options would be available for you. So it's time to turn in your combs and go back to high school you beauty school dropout," the man smiled hoping Anna got the message.
"Wait!" Anna pleaded. "Who are you?"
"Sorry, gotta get back to that malt shop in the sky," the man winked before disappearing. And with that Anna knew what to do next.
