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FROM DARE, TO LOVE (A Destiel Fanfiction)

CHAPTER FIVE: "Why, I seem more of an Eminem's-Shake-That-Ass-guy, huh?"

Why are you making breakfast, Gabe?" Castiel inquired, between bites. "I hope you remember you're still in highschool, and we aren't permitted to enter, after nine."

"Exactly." Gabriel winked. "What better excuse?"

"Of course." Castiel rolled his eyes. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Because you're the li'l good-one." Gabriel chuckled. "And I'm the older, awesome-r one."

"Of course." Castiel took another bite of his second pancake. He loved pancakes for breakfast. He wasn't particularly a food-aholic but he'd loved PB&Js, hamburgers, honey - with anything and everything - and pancakes, not necessarily in that order, since he was a kid. Back when Charles was a mediocre guy in 'Sales' in some pharmaceuticals - not yet having inherited his fortune, or made his own on account of his series - and went by the name of 'Chuck' and Castiel was 8-year-old 'Cas'; that was all Chuck knew to make, and all they lived by. Then everyone grew up, and things flourished, and Gabriel turned out to be a great chef - better than his father and brother at any cost - and now insisted on cooking, rather than them hiring a chef. Only a maid would come in every Sunday to wash all the dishes, and do all the chores for the week. Then Gabriel moved out, and the rule stuck, because Charles hated snoopy housekeepers or chefs, and now, whenever Gabriel stayed the night, he made meals or else they ordered in from McDonald's - Castiel's Favorite - or other places Gabriel suggested. He always knew the best.

Lost in his reverie, Castiel finished both the pancakes on his plate. He was snapped back to reality by a car horn. Castiel jumped, suddenly aware that Dean had arrived. It could not be anyone else. He hurriedly stood up, and put the plate in the sink, where it would stay and be piled on, till next Sunday. "Hey, I gotta go."

"That was the school bus?" Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "They're picking you up directly from Paradise now?"

"That was my ride to school." Castiel said shortly, slinging his bag on his shoulder, as Gabriel followed him out of the kitchen to the living room.

"This is gonna be fun." Gabriel chuckled. "It is who I think it is, isn't it?"

"Shut up." Castiel frowned. "He's just giving me a ride, as a friend. We'r- We're saving fuel."

"And time." Gabriel offered. "Precious time which you'd spend in thinking about him on the school bus, before you met him in school; which you guys are saving by meeting right here. Genius."

"I don't have time for this." Castiel scowled deeper, and hurried out the door, before Dean began to think that he was already gone or not coming. "Bye, dad! Bye, Gabriel."

"Have a lovely time!" Gabriel yelled at the top of his lungs, from the front door, as Castiel almost jogged down the porch and front-lawn to Dean Winchester's car on the road. He didn't want Dean hearing any of Gabriel's nonsense.

Dean opened the door for him, from the inside, by stretching out his hand, and Castiel took his seat in the front. He closed the door, and was relieved that the windows were all up, and Gabriel only resembled a miming-monkey on the front door. He looked at Dean, turning almost halfways in his seat, and found himself - unsurprisingly - completely captivated by Dean being so close to him in the beautiful black car.

"'Morning, cherry-pie! Welcome to my ride!" Dean announced, following with the small chuckle which Castiel had not thought about since a very long time. "Meet 'Baby'." He tapped the dashboard, with an affectionate look.

"This is 'Baby'." Castiel repeated, with an unconscious smile, a predicament resolving itself, deep in his mind.

"Yeah." Dean grinned enthusiastically. "Isn't she beautiful?" Dean almost stroked the steering wheel.

"She sure is." Castiel smiled at Dean's visible obsession with his car. "She's a Chevrolet, isn't she?" Castiel ventured, aware he would look like a fool were he wrong, but saying it nonetheless, because he'd never seen Dean more excited about anything, and he wanted more of it. That genuine grin which lit his face up, and that glint in his eyes.

"Yeah." Dean grinned broader. "A Chevy Impala, 1967 Model, Super Sport. Six-cylinder 7.0 L engine, 329 horsepower. First model to have a chrome-plated hood, black grille accents and black-accented body-side and rear fender moldings, with vinyl bucket seats and a center console. An- You didn't ask to hear all that, did you?"

Castiel merely shook his head. "I don't mind, though."

"In short," Dean grinned directly at Castiel; and Castiel forgot that they had to get to school and hadn't even started yet. He was content to have Dean's attention completely on him. "She's gorgeous. Not unlike you." He winked, suddenly a dramatic surprised expression on his face. "I forgot to tell you something, wait a second," He squinted his eyes, pretending to remember something. "What did I forget to say, what did I forget to say? Oh, yeah! You look great." Dean kept up the act, until Castiel almost chuckled. "And, one more thing, it was right there, and I forgot, what could it've been, oh, yes, I remember! You, look handsome!"

Castiel looked down at his modest sweater and casual t-shirt. "Could you stop, Dean?"

"I could do whatever you want me to do." Dean whispered, meaningfully, before clearing the air with a grin. "But I don't want to. It's fun to see you blush, cherry-pie."

"That reminds me," Castiel smiled, in spite of himself because from the corner of his eye, he'd seen Gabriel walk back into the house, perhaps disappointed that neither had he gotten to embarrass his little brother, nor catch him in the middle of any contact with Dean Winchester. They were just talking. "Where did that come from?"

"Oh, well, you remember," Dean grinned, turning the key in the engine. "You didn't wanna be called 'sweetheart' or 'honey'. And as I told you, this is 'Baby'. So, I thought hard and long, through the night, and in the morning, I woke up with the perfect name for you, on my lips, and in my mind." Dean cleared his throat dramatically. "You're my cherry-pie!" He sang, with a sidelong glance at Castiel.

Castiel kept quiet in response, straining to keep his eyes on the road.

"Hey!" Dean teased. "Your line?"

"I am not going to say 'I'm his cherry-pie', Dean." Castiel pointed out to Dean, struggling to keep the smile away.

"Why?" Dean complained. Something inside Castiel suddenly snapped. It was true he enjoyed Dean's presence. He was fun, hilarious, exciting. Nothing like what Castiel had ever expected Dean Winchester to be. But he was, and Castiel had to admit it. But every now and then, if not always, he was reminded of the fact that this was all a facade. A mask he was wearing, only for Castiel. A mask which Castiel was supposed to fall in love with. But it wasn't Dean Winchester, it was what he was being, for Castiel. And then he had the audacity - the sheer cheek - to ask 'why'. Castiel might be weak in the knees at Dean's embrace or melt at the sight of his smile, but he wasn't going to be played with. He'd decided that before, and he was going to stick to it.

"Forget about it." He muttered, looking out of his window, so that he didn't have to be looked at by Dean's eyes.

"Hey, everything alright?" Dean's hand touched Castiel's forearm. "Do you not like the nam- Did I say something wrong?" Castiel shook his head mutely. "Then, why-"

"Because this is all a dare, and I don't wanna go along with your stupid games and motives only so that you win the fucking dare, and I'm left a idiot in love with you." Castiel blurted, before he could run it by himself inside his brain. He looked at Dean's face, trying to scan it for emotions. There were none. Dean turned his eyes on the road, and accelerated, causing Castiel to fall back in his seat.

Castiel stayed mute for a few minutes. He couldn't imagine what Dean would reply to that. Stop the car, throw him out, and never speak to him again? Ignore the outburst, and continue to 'pursue' him? Or-

"You actually think all this is a game?" Dean stared at Castiel, stopping the car suddenly. Castiel's eyes flitted on the road, as he launched forward in his seat, and he recognised the area as a street two streets away from school. His brain stopped working - right about when the words left Dean Winchester's lips. "You actually think all I'm doing is for a stupid dare? Is that how much of a son of a bitch I am, in your eyes, Novak?"

On receiving no reply, Dean continued, starting the car again, as if nothing happened, accelerating to his average speed, and keeping his eyes fixed on the road. In his desire to stare at Dean, Castiel didn't realise when he began to take the longer route to school.

Had Dean actually said that, Castiel's mind begun to process, and had he meant it? Was it part of the game? To make Castiel feel as if Dean's feelings were real - when they were not - and hence compel him to reciprocate. Castiel knew that if Dean Winchester actually felt any sort of attraction towards him - and he was sure that wasn't the case - it would all be even more of a big deal than it now was. But surely he was only kidding? Surely this was only a game, a part of the big scheme to fool Castiel, into making Castiel fall in love with him. Because, if not..NO. It had to be a part of Dean's plan. To make him fall in love with him. Which was seeming easier and easier by the minute.

But Castiel wasn't gonna do that. So he wasn't gonna go along with any of the crap Dean suggested. What's the harm in singing a line from a song, Castiel's brain reasoned, when you let him pick you up from your house, and mess with your brain?

Several minutes passed.

No one spoke.

Castiel was paranoidly afraid that in the deadly silence, maybe each of his loud thoughts were audible. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, waiting and wanting Dean to say something.

He had been in the middle of wondering how he would keep away from Dean for the rest of his life when Dean suddenly spoke up. "You want some music?" He asked, casually, his smile fit in place like it never had vanished.

Castiel stared at Dean in wonder. "U-uh, sure."

Dean left his left hand on the wheel and began rummaging through the CDs in his pile, his eyes flickering to the road and to the titles subsequently. "You got nothing against the Beatles, right?" He inserted the disk into the player, and drummed his fingers on the dashboard as the player tried to 'read' it.

"Of course not." Castiel replied vacantly. Had the whole awkwardness only happened in his brain? Because it sure seemed as if Dean had not even been in the same situation as him. His genial grin was back, and there was not a tint of hesitation or awkwardness in his gaze as he smiled at Castiel, cocking his head towards the player as the song begun to play.

A beautiful soulful music begun to play suddenly, filling the car.

Castiel recognised the song immediately. "Hey, Jude." He muttered quietly, as Paul McCartney's piano ballad made him smile, in spite of the turmoil within him.

"Yeah." Dean mouthed, as if afraid saying something would destroy the atmosphere the song had created. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Castiel was almost sure now, that the whole outburst had been a figment of his imagination. Dean didn't seem to be unfazed, or even affected by any of it now. If he had been silent and broody earlier, he was only grinning and drumming the wheel with the slow beat now. "I love it." He mumbled. He'd listened to it a lot of times before, almost as much as he'd listened to The Cure, or Kansas.

"It's my favourite." Dean spoke suddenly, as the song neared an end. They'd been silent for almost a few minutes, but they were sharing the silence, and the lyrics. It was beautiful. Almost like they were sharing the beauty of the song.

"I am surprised." Castiel replied, unthinkingly. He was now definite that he had spaced out, that the dialogue and the situation had happened in his mind. Dean must've been kidding, Castiel had taken the words with way more impact than they should've caused. It was stupid how shattered Castiel had been.

"Why, I seem more of an Eminem's-Shake-That-Ass guy, huh?"

"Aren't you?" Castiel stared at Dean, everything forgotten in the moment of truth.

Dean shrugged. "Maybe I am. But I'm also an Eminem's-Forever guy." He grinned. "Heard it before?"

"Of course." Castiel grinned back, mirroring Dean's smile.

Another moment of silence passed.

"My mom used to sing it to me when I.." His voice faltered. "My mom sang 'Hey, Jude' to me when she was..still alive."

Castiel remained silent for a moment. "As a child?"

Dean nodded. The song ended. "She sang it for the last time, to me, the night she died. I was four then. It's been my favorite song since..then."

"Not surprised anymore." Castiel almost whispered. Then, shut himself up and clenched his fist, before he could put a hand on Dean's knee like he wished to do at the moment, or say something more mushy.

"I guess a favourite song always needs a sad backstory to be considered appropriate." Dean spoke almost bitterly.

"That's not true." Castiel tried to smile, and it was much easier than he imagined to do so. "It could just be a song which makes you feel good. Or one you relate to." Dean looked straight at the road, wordlessly. Castiel irked to make him smile again. How quickly the situation had changed. Was he not wondering, just a few minutes ago, how to stay away from Dean for the rest of his life? Or how he detested Dean and his gang for the dare? Because it was all blurry at the moment; everything he could think of at the moment was to get Dean talking again. Having no mother at four years must've been a difficult experience. He had to have had a supportive father to turn out alright. But something also told him it wasn't the time to talk about that. He strived to change the topic. "Say, my favorite song? Pictures of you, by the Cu-"

"Cure!" Dean turned excitedly. "Really? I love it too!" Dean almost swerved dangerously, as he devoted his attention to the pile again. He produced the CD containing Castiel's favourite song a moment later. "Here, put this in."

Castiel did, and waited as the song begun. He smiled broadly, as the different yet appealing music filled the space. "I've been looking so long at these pictures of you..." He softly sang along, forgetting he was in Dean's car and not his own room.

"That I almost believe that they're real..." Dean sang the next line, and Castiel turned to him with his eyes wide. His voice was beautiful. Castiel had always liked Dean's voice - sue him for being truthful to himself - but while singing, it was..well, melodious. Not even just pleasant, or soulful, but melodious. "I've been living so long with these pictures of you..." He cocked his head at Castiel, gesturing at him to sing along too.

It was as if Castiel's sudden singing had broken the ice.

"That I almost believe the pictures are, all I can feel..." Both of them sang together, their voices in harmony but still so different. Castiel found himself staring at Dean before he knew it. By the time the song ended - a song which both of them had sung each line to - they were on the School street. Lawrence High was only a minute away.

"What else do you like?" Dean asked, with a grin, as they neared the schoolgates. "Elvis?"

"Sure!" Castiel nodded his head enthusiastically. They were talking like they knew each other since long, now. Nobody noticed when the transition occurred. "You like Bruno Mars?"

"Am I human?" Dean drawled.

"I'm gonna take that as a 'yes'." Castiel grinned broader.

"And I'm gonna take your question as an affirmation that you too like Bruno Mars," Dean grinned, and Castiel didn't even notice as they passed the school gates. He was too busy observing Dean's grin broaden. "And play 'Count on me' for you."

He put in the CD, and the song begun to play.

"You do have versatile tastes from all over the ages." Castiel informed Dean, as Dean bobbed his head to 'You can Count on Me, like One, Two, Three, I'll be there...'

"This is fun!" Dean smirked. "You have great music tastes, Castiel! I never knew!"

"I didn't know our tastes were so similar either, Dean." Castiel smiled. "Or that you could sing so well."

"Well, it has been a long time since I sang, I forgot I was so good at it." Dean winked.

"It was unnecessary to compliment yourselves right now." Castiel frowned.

"Yeah, but it was the perfect way for me to introduce you to Led Zeppelin!" Dean grinned. "Rock and roll!" He began rummaging through the CDs again.

"Introduce me?" Castiel smirked confidently. "I'm fairly sure you won't be introducing me to anything, Winchester." Castiel cleared his throat, and begun to sing along to the record. "It's been a long time since I Rock and Rolled! It's been a long time since I did the Stroll! It's..."

"Wow, you're good." Dean raised his eyebrows. "What about 'Whole Lotta Love'?"

"I might not have been 'living under the spotlight and everyone's envious glances'," he drew air-quotes, at Dean's quote from the previous night, which floated to his memory in a jiffy. "But I haven't been living under a rock either."

"Touche." Dean winked.

This went on for a few more songs of Beatles, Elvis, Led Zeppelin and Metallica.

Castiel - accidentally - glanced at his watch, right when Dean was searching for 'Jailhouse Rock' and his eyes widened. "Dean!" He almost yelled out. "It's ten past nine!"

"Time flies when you're-"

"Don't say, when 'you're with me'.' Castiel chuckled, in spite of being late.

"Alright. 'When' we're together." Dean smirked, proud of himself.

"Come on, Dean!" He urged. "It's not the time! We're late! We're not gonna be allowed in!"

Dean had taken a 'U' and they were back in front of the school now. Dean winked at Castiel with an over-exaggerated 'Shh' and stopped the car right in front of the gate, and lowered the window glass, putting his elbow out. The guard walked out to his window, with a frown. Castiel waited.

"Hi, Jeff." Dean flashed him his most dazzling smile. "I'm so sorry we're late. It was kind of an emergency. You think we can enter?"

The guard hesitated. "Emergency?"

"Yeah. Private." Dean put his other hand - which was in his pocket - out to the guard. The guard uncertainly shook it, but let go of it with a small smile on his face. "You know the stupid office guys; school starts from nine thirty, then why close the gates at nine? Do you think we can be allowed?"

"I think it'll be alright." The guard, with an incomprehensible look on his bearded face, opened the gate. Dean did a beautiful swerve to park his Baby in her parking slot. And did it with a flourish. He looked at Castiel.

"Now, what do you think of that, cherry-pie?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"I don't get it." Castiel scrunched his nose, and scowled. "The guard usually lets no one enter past nine! And we're ten minutes late!"

"You're with me, sweetheart. And rules don't just bend for Dean Winchester," He smirked, confidently, his gaze directed at Castiel. "They trip over their own tongues, bowing down to him."

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