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dothwrites · 2 years

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For your wine o’clock- maybe something in honor of Taylor Swifts rerelease of her Red album, something with Cas and his pop girlies? Like hearing a song that gives him that ‘oh’ or an impala soundtrack to some destiel shenanigans? Enjoy the wine!

bless you. wine o'clock is always the best hour. ❤️

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"turn that shit off."

castiel turns with some surprise to look at dean. dean looks determinedly out the windshield of the impala, but castiel sees the small tick in his jaw. dean is pissed, though at what, remains a mystery.

"I like this album," Castiel protests mildly. "and you said i could pick the music."

against their disagreement, taylor swift's album 'folklore' plays. the music seems discordant against the emotions swirling around them. castiel finds himself mostly serene, but dean's fingers are twitching against the steering wheel, and his jaw is tightly clenched.

"yeah, well. driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cakehole."

"you said I could pick," castiel stubbornly insists. it's not particularly that he wants to hear this album (though he does), but more dean's persistent refusal to hear any of the album. there's a deeper issue here, one that's more interesting and deeper than a simple dislike for pop music.

"pull over," castiel says suddenly, and the command is enough to make dean's fingers twitch on the steering wheel. "pull over," he demands, when dean looks like he's hesitating.

there's a second where castiel thinks dean is going to refuse, but then dean sighs, like castiel is interrupting his whole afternoon, before he pulls onto the dirt shoulder. the impala's tires bounce, but she's a sturdy vehicle and doesn't give much more than a token protest.

"what's your problem with the song?" castiel asks, keeping his tone mild. if he approaches like he's attacking, then dean will respond in kind, and the real point of the matter will be lost.

"i just don't like it," dean insists. he's clenching his jaw hard enough to crush diamonds.

"dean," castiel insists, and at the soft sound of his name, dean explodes.

"it's the fucking... the..." dean gestures at the stereo, helpless indignity in his expression.

beyond them, taylor swift sings: and i can go anywhere i want/anywhere i want, just not home, and castiel starts to understand.

"dean," he says softly, daring to place a hand on dean's arm, "you know I don't..."

"i kicked you out," dean says, his voice thick with restrained emotion. "you were human, and i..."

"i'm not angry," castiel interrupts, and dean snorts.

"i was at first," he continues, keeping his voice serene against the surging tempest of dean's emotions. "but then i realized you were just trying to keep your brother safe."

"It doesn't..." dean tries, and then starts again. "i shouldn't have..."

"no, you shouldn't have," castiel says, squeezing dean's arm when he senses him retreating behind the supposed anger. "but that was so long ago. and we're here now. who's to say that we would be here without you having done that?"

"who's to say we wouldn't have wound up here a lot sooner?" dean shoots back. when he dares to look at castiel, there are tears gleaming in the corner of his eyes.

"i don't know." castiel dares to slide his hand up dean's arm, to his shoulder, to press against the bolt of his jaw. he presses his thumb against dean's pulse until dean's jaw relaxes. "but i know that i like where we are now. and i wouldn't give that up for anything in the world."

dean sniffles. "fucking taylor swift," he says, his voice thick. he ducks his head, hiding his reactions.

"i know you like her music," castiel dares after a second.

"sam's a fucking bitch," dean says, his voice thick and muffled against his shoulder. he sniffles with a huge, wet sound.

"you told me that. one night, after you'd been drinking and i put you to bed," castiel offers. "you asked me to put 'shake it off' on."

"fuck," dean sighs, turning the single syllable into eight. "i forgot that."

"you were very humorous that night," castiel tries, like that's going to make things better.

dean doesn't respond, not that castiel expects him to. he knows that, even now, without the spectre of his father looming large over him, dean struggles with his own self-image. admitting that he enjoys this music would be one step too far. but castiel can still poke.

"do you want me to switch songs?" he asks.

dean labors underneath an invisible weight for a long moment before he sighs. "no." he looks towards castiel, his eyes red-rimmed, but a small smile tugging at his mouth. "i'm glad you're here, cas."

"i'm glad I am too," castiel answers, his own smile tugging at his mouth.

"good," dean says, using the word to bolster himself. "good." he inhales once, and inhales again. "that's good."

after a moment, dean rubs the back of his hand against his eyes. He jerks the steering wheel so that impala rumbles against the asphalt once more, but this time, as the double yellow lines flash by them, he reaches out for castiel's hand.

castiel wraps his fingers around dean's, and that's how they spend the rest of the trip, as taylor's voice serenades them through the miles.

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