*This is an urgent announcement*
I could not apologize enough for my absence. It has been to long and I really have no clue where the time has passed.
Here at my University I've been busy with school and with all this other stuff that really just needs to disappear. I, Midnight, declares today that I will accomplish being successful at updating...
Now remember folks I said 'declare' not actually promising. Declare, kinda like a promise but more like trying. Cool? Thanks!
Alright! Without further ado here is Episode 2
(I apologize in advance if this chapter does go to any standard...)
*Back to your Local Destiel Broadcast*
Sitcom For A New Generation
Episode 2
An Assbutt's True Feelings
**Same Day**
"Dean? Dean?!" Soon a wrench filthy by use slammed in front of the young man causing him to jump, also subsequently knocking over half of the stuff on the work table Dean was leaning on. Dean swore as he landed on his ass from the high stool he was on and grimaced at the mess around him. 'Shit...'
"Boy, it is nice of me to let you come in here and tinker around with my clients cars but if all you have to do is daydream then I do not want a waste of space in my garage! There's already enough junk in here as it is!"
Dean cleared in response before he started to clean up his mess.
Rufus is the best really. Hard as nails, and a freak when he's pissed off, but he's a good friend to anyone looking. But damn it, he can't let a man think in peace!
"Sorry Rufus... Hey shouldn't you be working on Sam's car?" Rufus gave him a mocking look.
"Hey Dean, shouldn't you be working on the client's engine?" He scoffed before looking back at the object in question. It was barely put together as is and was barely recognizable anymore.
"Boy... you go fix your brother's car. I'll do this... I can't do anything with that car anyway without that stinking engine." Dean was about to protest before the wrench was pushed into his face. "You can't argue with me. You have nothing to back it up with. Besides, maybe a challenge with the Twenty-First century technology and not just gears and wheels will make you snap out of dream land."
"I am not... who says that anymore anyway?! And that barely made any sense!"
"I do and it made complete sense! Now get your ass in gear! I am not paying you to just stand there looking useless and like a brat!"
Dean trying not to pick up something heavy and smack Rufus across the face with walked over to the Nissan. Dean growled low under his breath as he popped the hood and propped it open. He didn't want to deal with Sam's computer on wheels but he didn't want to get 'fired.' "Fine."
See, Dean already has a job and making serious bank and its not like he has much room to complain but he needs his own personal time. His job is so public and full of meetings and traveling that he really just wants time to himself. Dean time, if you will. Dean time was him in this garage "working" for Rufus on the cars that come in. Alas time to work on cars was few and far between so when he finally got the chance he worked like a pro, normally being paid in food or beer in exchange for his hard work. Sometimes the really good stuff if he pleased a big spending customer. But today, there was no way in hell he was going to properly focus on this task... why you're wondering? Because of that certain blue eye angel from earlier that day.
He sighed in longing wishing he had that man's phone number... all he had was a name Castiel. He shook his head as he pulled over the analyzing computer and tools for the Nissan. He was so sluggish in his workings that he just sighed in a way of saying break before pushing his greased hands through his hair in frustration. "This is going to be a long day..."
-meanwhile-
"Now, Martin had his words, Alexander had his strategies. Many great men and women like two I have spoken in example have used many devices to rally the masses and raise over victory over all. But..." A pause so the speaker could take a silent breath. "Gandhi had faith."
Castiel kept a cool eye on all of his students who stared right back at him with interest, seemingly holding on to his every word. "Gandi is the one I love the most. Alexander used his brain and army to conquer all the known world... But Gandhi used all of his own smarts and actions to rally people for his acts for peace yet he had one more thing above all. His strong belief in his religion and his unwavering loyalty to its practices that brought down many. He never did a single violent thing towards them. The power of faith, my students, in any form is a great and terrible, yet beautiful thing." He walked over to the enter of the mini stage while still keeping a strong gaze on his captivated audience. "For next class I want you to have something, an action, a word... Anything that you believe that impacted our society at large and individual or lack thereof. You are dismissed: Have a good weekend."
After the class of forty strong filtered out and a couple of girls giggling insanely at a trying and vain attempt to grab his attentions in anything other than his study he finally left his room noticing he was already five minutes late for his lunch break with Gabriel. Luckily for him the restaurant wasn't that far away from University campus.
"Hey bro! I was tired of waiting so I got the waitress' number and ordered for the both of us."
Castiel sighed and raised an eyebrow at his brother's antics. Why was he not surprised Gabriel had already found a woman for tonight?
Oh right! Because he wanted me to double date with him and his new girl tonight! God in Heaven he's obsessed with this 'Get Castiel Laid' plan...
"Really? Please tell me this is another one of your set ups..."
The elder looked down right insulted. "Cassie! What are you thinking bro?! I know your tendency's and besides... she's for me!" A wink sent Castiel's eyes rolling. "Her name is Ashe."
"That's nice..."
"You could at least pretend you are impressed!"
Castiel shook his head. "Why should I be impressed exactly? You do this all the time."
"You should be impressed with my consistency!" Gabriel said with indignant huff. Castiel shook his head as he thanked the waitress giving them their orders. He took a bite of his turkey and bacon sandwich, of course his brother knew what he wanted, before continuing to talk.
"How has your day been?"
They exchanged pleasantries and talked about work and how Castiel needed to get laid and how his brother needed to find a better job other than work at a candy store. True he may be the owner and run it all by himself so he gets all the profits but really, candy?
"You have a point bro, I could always work in the porn industry." He tried not to laugh to hard at his beloved younger brother's reaction to the statement before continuing with this conversation. "Alright, alright! Roll your eyes all you want! You know I'd be a star, or at least the greatest manager on the planet for that stuff. But fine! I'll stop talking about it. Though remember you brought it up." He took a sip of his coke before smiling mischievously at his brother.
"Anything new happen recently in your boring everyday school life?"
Castiel chewed thoughtfully, weighing the pros and cons, before responding, "I met a guy..."
At Gabriel's excited reaction he proceeded to talk about that morning for breakfast and of the handsome man he met at Elle's. As per usual Gabe loved it and was happy for Castiel. "Whoa, this Dean man... "
Hello, you maybe wondering why my brother Gabriel Novak stopped talking mid sentence. Well, I realized that I might as well speak a bit before he finishes since it will be inappropriate. I'm Castiel Novak, A professor of theology at the local NYU. That's New York University for those who do not know what I'm speaking about. My views on the world are too serious for the moment and love is for dreamers. But right now, talking about this morning and that man, Dean... actually its frightening. Thankfully I got a phone call and I was able to play it off and run away like I always do. But that man, he... he was a handsome specimen. Thinking about him and his lips... I shake really. I suppose he was interested though My own interests were at the time confused with my own moral argument happening in my head. What I did then... well... lets just say Gabriel has had too much effect on my social life. In all truth... I wanted to fornicate with that man in the booth... Oh! I apologize in advance... Gabriel is about to talk again.
"This guy.. Dean-o was it? Before Castiel could talk he interrupted. "And I don't mean hot, good looking. I mean hot "I want you to fuck me dirty and hard' hot."
Castiel just stared at him wide eyed while Gabriel started to laugh. 'How can my brother do that? It's a horrible, horrible gift...'
"Ahh! Number two then! Haha, soooo," A suggestive eyebrow movement. "Any early morning activities? I mean there had to be this guy sounds very promising!"
"Gabriel did you come here to have lunch with me or talk about my sex life?"
Gabriel was silent before smiling. "Well, I was hoping to accomplish both! Come on now did ya?!"
Silence.
"Castiel... Look at me." It took a full two minutes before blue met hazel. "Did you at least get a phone number?"
Castiel stared in fright before shaking his head. "Castiel... for the love of God. I'm not going to scold you but.. how long are you going to stay happy being single? When was your last relationship? Sophomore year High school? Brother, I've taught ya all you need to know and you can implement them well! Why not just go for it?!"
Castiel just looked back at his sandwich not wanting to admit out loud what Gabriel already knew. "Oh my god you are such a pain in my ass... and unfortunately not the good kind..." He tried not to gag at his brother's shameless words.
"Castiel, I am serious. I'm just you know, trying to get you back out into the world! Now, please tell me at least that you got his phone number."
Silence.
"Castiel?"
A peek then quickly looking away.
"Cassie... You did get his number... right?"
A bite into his sandwich.
"Gave him... your phone number? At least?"
Another bite and a sip of his drink before a meek smile was given in his direction.
Gabriel pushed everything out of the way before dramatically sighing and dropping his head on the table.
Dean meanwhile just finishing up with the car.
"Haha! You thought you could beat me. I kicked your high tech ass! Whoo!" He threw a fist into the air before calming himself down and cleaning up his area. Sure, was a man standing a couple feet away holding his daughter's hand, who couldn't be more than ten years old, but Dean couldn't give two fucks. He won.
In other words. Dean 10, High tech car, 0.
He smiled weakly in his direction knowing he was loud earlier before picking up his cell. He let the AC DC ring through the garage before though considering the ringtone a perfect setting to his victory.
"Sammy!"
"Dean, its lunch time. Ready?" Dean smiled in triumph.
"Yes I am! And if you can come by the garage you will have your car for lunch too!"
"It's done?!" Dean was about to answer when he heard silence. Dean stared at his phone in confused wondering why Sam had hung up on him before shrugging and shoving it back in his pocket. He glanced up hearing Rufus and walked to him. Unfortunately he was still talking to the guy with the kid. He smiled innocently to the man before waving slightly to his daughter. The girl smiled brightly and waved back and Dean felt another victory being chalked up and smiled slightly smug to the father before putting his attention back on Rufus.
"Dean son, need something?"
"Yeah, I finished the car and was wondering if I could take off early. Sam's coming over for lunch." Rufus nodded and shooed him slightly away before going back to business. The little girl waved at him again as he left and he returned it, going back to his mini office to get paper and the bill for the car. Family got special discounts.
Dean was about to leave the garage when a flustered Sam sprinted in wearing his regular jacket flannel jeans and Puma. "Where is it?!" He just took the keys and ran straight to his car looking like a kid at Christmas. Dean chuckled while he followed his brother.
"Why are you so excited?" Sam glanced at Dean before eye rolling.
"Like you actually need to ask." Sam just smiled and sighed happily before opening the driver door and getting in. "Well, it is embarrassing for me to ride the bus to work. I mean, I work at MacFurgenson & Co. I bought this car for the specific reason to not be targeted by the vets." He started up the car and looked at his brother happily when the engine started with a purr. "And now I can stop riding the bus! What was wrong with it anyway?"
Dean huffed slightly before grabbing his leather jacket and walked over to the other side of the car to sit on the passenger side. "Well multiple things Sam. All in all it just needed some upgrades and a reconfiguration on your engine." Dean smiled again.
"You're just happy you fixed something that didn't involve getting overly greasy."
"Present 3 classic 5. I am winning by two! I deserve a damn raise!" Dean gave him the paper work and the bill. "By the way, here's the bill and everything else." Sam just shook his head and laughed before slowly pulling out of the garage.
The brother's continued the chat until they reached their favorite diner in the city. "Since I gave you pretty much 75% off on the payment, you're buying lunch."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
You know that moment when you know for a fact you yourself missed an opportunity because you believed you were right then turns out that for once you were dead wrong?
Gabriel was pretty much sobbing into his fourth double chocolate cake with whip cream, strawberries and sprinkles. "Why did you do it Cassie?! God, I'm so sad right now... there goes my fucking diet!"
Castiel just rolled his eyes, though in his mind... he was slightly guilty about the situation.
You know you're wrong but stay a total assbutt and stay in that line of thinking just to stay on principle? A principle that you have built from the wreckage to keep yourself away from heartache?
The brothers walked in after Sam found a parking spot a couple blocks away, seating themselves in their usual booth looking out over 5th and Main. They never noticed another pair of brothers sitting just a few booths away. The only thing really separating them was a couple of aisles and some fake plants. "Castiel I'm serious you're safe. You're fine! Move on."
"Shut up, Gabriel."
...And you feel good about that decision because you're steadfast and staying constant...
"Well, I'm full. Want to take me back to work?"
Castiel saw the puppy eyes and sighed a yes in annoyance. Gabriel, in thankfulness, bought lunch leaving two twenties to cover tip and food.
They then leave, not looking anywhere else but the aisle leading to the door and each other. They pointedly ignored the loud voices of two men sitting a couple booths down, Gabriel because he was berating Castiel on his inability to grab a guy and Castiel just because he could.
He unlocked his car but stopped in his motions to opening his door. Gabriel kept talking, staying in true form scolding him about his lack of action, and getting into the vehicle not noticing his brothers hesitation. Castiel felt a shiver roll down his spine and a nagging urge in the back of his head to go back into the diner. He glanced back towards the doors considering it...
"Castiel?!" The younger was brought back into reality by the elder saying his name loudly and banging on the roof. "Problem?"
Castiel blinked before shaking his head. "No... no everything's fine..." A fake smile and one last look to the diner doors before getting in and pulling out into heavy traffic. The Novak brothers continued talking while heading back to their respective jobs but Castiel wasn't really in the conversation, his mind jumping back to the diner and that weird feeling he had.
I'm that assbutt really... I know I am doing the right thing... but with every step I take, every mile I drive... I keep thinking back to that moment with him and my lack of action... His gorgeous green eyes and shy yet confident smile.
I regret it.