Destiel (One Shots)

Drive-In

Word Count
4,600

Tags
College Babies
This time Castiel makes Dean Uncomfortable??? WHAT???
Softness and a little smutty but lack of mentioning certain parts so a warning seems unnecessary.  

Writer's Notes
Thanking everyone for the 17k! Th- I don't have words, I really don't anymore. Wow! love y'all!
I honestly had such a blast writing this piece. I hope you guys enjoy it. 💕

Summary
Dean takes Castiel to his first drive-in.
A double feature of The Evil Dead is screening. Castiel is still adjusting to human normalities, such as dating, romance, and all it comprises, but he has Dean to experiment with and he's more than a willing participant, he's the supportive not-yet-boyfriend.
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Castiel bursts out of the main entrance to the dormitory, skipping steps on the staircase to get to the sidewalk a little faster.

He hears the roaring of the impala and the flash of headlights leave a sparkle in his eyes, but it was only when he sees that dusty haired, green eyed love of his life roll up that his step becomes a little lighter.

He jumps higher to skip the last two, feet landing gracefully at the bottom as he fixes the sleeves to his shirt.

"Hey, good lookin!" are Dean's first set of words, followed by a whistle, and he honks his horn in unison for extra effect.

"'Hey yourself." Castiel adds a subtle, shy, wave.

Dean salutes him, pulling up to the curb in his freshly waxed 67 chevy, stepping on the break just long enough for Castiel to hop in.

Castiel slides his fingers into the door handle, catching his reflection in the shiny black chrome, hand reaching up to brush the stubborn curl back into his head of hair. Dean was dating an awkward angel, not clark kent.

Although, superhero or not, Castiel couldn't deny that Dean's warm smile is like kryptonite.

"Gonna just stand there?" Dean raises an eyebrow, tapping his thumb on the steering wheel.

Castiel shakes his head, opening up the side door and ducking down to get in the passenger seat.

Castiel shuts the door that barely causes a rattle and Dean takes hold of his arm, "Do it again, harder, use those muscles." he suggests.

"Are you sure?" Castiel hesitates, pulling down on the handle.

"Yeah, full force."

Castiel opens the door, and breathes in, then slams it shut with a force so strong that it causes the impala to rumble and the window to explode and shatter.

Dean's jaw drops and he's speechless, and a little terrified. After some processing time, he's mentally preparing a funeral speech for his beloved car over a fricken shattered window.

Dean's boiling, he can hear the tea kettle hissing in his brain, he might blow a stack.

Castiel winces at the glass shards cutting into his jeans and hand. He picks them off one by one but the ones dug into his palms hurt to remove so it's more of a struggle.