*A/N- Oneshot. This is pretty much me tinkering with fanfiction for the first time ever, so criticism is definitely welcome.
*Spoilers- Know who Castiel is?...Then you're good.
*Warnings- none really, implied Destiel
"Hand me the 9/16 box end wrench."
"…."
"Come on, Cass! It's not that-"
"What're you hollerin' about this time, knuckle head?"
Dean rolled out from under the Impala and had to squint against the sun to see an amused Bobby fighting back a smirk, not the angel that had been there a few minutes ago. "When Sam said to find something besides huntin' that you could share with that nerd, I don't think he meant makin' Cass watch while you went all grease monkey."
Dean frowned and stood to face Bobby, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "And what exactly do you suggest, oh-so-wise-assed-one?" he exclaimed, reaching for his slightly warmed beer.
"Boy, you hooked up with an angel. Castiel has seen things beyond your comprehension..."
"I-"
"...things better than your best dream..."
"Yeah-"
"...and things worse than your worst nightmare."
"Bobby! I know! That's the problem!" Dean sighed and ran his free hand through his hair. "How the Hell can I relate to all that?" And Bobby understood the silent attachment, 'How do I compete with that?'
Scratching his beard thoughtfully, Bobby replied, "Well…I don't know, but good luck with it." Dean stared at the older man, stricken. Bobby chuckled. "Dean, I doubt there's ever been a couple like this in history, or anyone who can really give ya advice." Holding back laughter he went on, "You may have to actually share, maybe even have a few 'chick flick moments'."
"Thanks, Bobby, that was helpful," snapped Dean with a cock of the head. "Whatever, have you seen Cass? I'm guessin' he went back up to the house or something?"
"I honestly don't know," answered Bobby, "I just heard you and assumed." Dean leaned on the car, contemplating.
Finally he sighed again and said, "Well, I can't blame him. Should go find him, huh?" After a few more minutes of leaning and sipping he set the beer down and lifted the Impala's hood to tinker.
The older man huffed and made to leave, but stopped and turned back. "Boy, 'the key to change…is to let go of fear', so quit bein' an idgit and go talk to the guy before ya both start mopin' around like lovesick teenagers again." And with that he made his exit, leaving the younger man fuming, once again, with himself.
*A/N Yeah this was me retaliating against all the people who are determined to make Dean a girl. Just because it's Destiel doesn't mean that Dean has to lose all masculinity lol. If you wanna tell me how wrong I am, please do! Review puh-lease :)