Destiel, Dark, TW: Suicide (Non-Graphic)
Dean slid out from under the car he was working on to see his boss, chest heaving, face red, stomping toward him.
“Where the hell is my daughter?”
“Probably still sore from last night,” he smirked before sliding back under.
He felt his boss’ boot catch the end of his creeper, yanking him back out. The blonde glared up at the other man, I don’t have time for this.
The vein in his head began throbbing as he narrowed his eyes, “You want to try that again?”
The blonde ran a hand through his hair, shrugging.
His boss stomped his foot, face almost purple, “You will show me some respect, Diana!”
Diana? You really want to go there? He sighed before standing up, towering over his boss, “Sir, if I knew where your daughter was, I wouldn’t be here.”
“Yeah, keep making those jokes. We’ll see how funny you find them tonight,” his lips curled into an evil smile.
“Tonight? I think you’re losing it man, I get off at six.”
His boss’ smile grew, face returning to a somewhat normal colour, “Is that so? Interesting,” he took a few steps away, mindlessly looking over his tools, “I could’ve sworn the schedule said you were covering for her tonight.”
“Covering for her? You mean taking the graveyard shift?” Deans’ hands balled at his sides, no chance in hell, pal.
“That’s the one,” he picked up a screwdriver, smiling at it, “such a gentleman, you are.”
The blonde grit his teeth and had to use all his willpower not to punch him, “How so?”
He put the tool down, out of place, before meeting his eyes, smiling sweetly, “Offering to cover her shift without pay, of course.”
“Listen, if you think-”
“No, you listen,” he was back in his face again, eyes sparkling dangerously, “The only reason I don’t fire you,” he dropped his voice, “is because I promised your father. But if you ever talk about her like that again you will be sleeping under the bridge off 33rd Street and fighting over a barrel fire. Do I make myself clear?”
Deans glared in response, knuckles turning white at his sides.
“Don’t forget who owns who.”
He backed off again, clapping his hands, “Okay, good talk,” he looked around the shop and spotted the other two mechanics watching, “What’re you looking at? Get back to work!”
They both jumped at being caught and rushed back over to their cars, keeping their eyes on their work. His boss pulled the lapels of this suit, straightening it before walking back across the shop to his office.
Dean waited until he saw the office door close before knocking his toolbox to the ground, “Fuck!”
Tony and Mike looked up from their cars again, both men only coming marginally closer. Dean tugged at his hair, grinding his teeth together, if he thinks I’m staying for the graveyard shift, he’s got another thing coming.
Shit, Dean glanced at his watch before checking the positioning of the creeper, this’ll have to do.
He locked his tool box before grabbing his jacket, sneaking over to his boss’ office. He peered into the window and saw he was sitting, facing his computer. The blonde quietly came around the other side of the office, pressing his ear to the door. He held his breath as he listened.
Just as I thought, he smiled, shrugging on his jacket as he heard soft snores. He strolled over to the door before taking one last look around the shop. Nodding to himself that everything was in order, he walked out the door.
“Damn!” he pulled his jacket tighter around his chest as the cold hit him.
Jogging to his car, he fumbled with his keys, fingers already freezing. Oh c’mon!
After what felt like forever he finally wretched the door open and climbed inside. He spent a minute rubbing his hands up and down his bare legs, making a mental note to start leaving an extra set of clothes in the car. Thank God I did laundry last night, he rubbed his thighs through his boxers.
He took his phone off the seat next to him, punching the speed dial before bringing it to his ear, please pick up… please pick up…
“Cas, hey, buddy, I’m so sorry, my boss was being a dick and gave me the graveyard shift, but I’m leaving now. I should get there-”
“I-it’s fine, Dean. You don’t have to come.”
Dean blinked, next sentence of his explanation dying on his lips as he took in his shaky voice, something’s wrong, “Are you okay?”
He heard a sniff, “Y-yeah, I’m fine. You don’t have to come over.”
You don’t sound fine, “Don’t be stupid, it’s your birthday, of course I’m gonna be there. I might’ve missed your brother making a fool of himself, but you and I both know the party doesn’t really start until I get there.”
“Dean,” his voice was hard, but the taller man didn’t miss the shaky inhale on the other line, “you missed the party. Everybody left.”
The blonde failed to swallow the guilt he felt building in his throat, “Oh.”
“Yeah, so just… it’s fine, don’t come over.”
Dean nodded, starring at himself in the rear view mirror, I should’ve been there, I should’ve left earlier then I could’ve- he cut himself off as he listened, heart breaking a bit as he heard the soft gasps of the man on the other line. He could picture him sitting there, hand over his mouth trying to keep the blonde from hearing him cry.
He closed his eyes, licking his lips, keeping his voice soft, “Cas,” what can I say? How can I make it up to you? “I’d still like to see you.”
“No, I-” another shaky breath, “you can’t.”
Dean felt his heart quicken, “What do you mean I can’t?” he was already jamming the key in the ignition, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Damn it, he threw the broken end of the key to the ground, eyes glancing skyward, you’re not gonna make this easy, are you? He looked around the lot, racking his brain for another idea, walk? No, it’s too cold for that. C’mon there has to be something I can-
He paused as he saw the old, broken down car in the corner of the parking lot, will it run in the cold? Time to find out, he climbed out of the car and all but ran to the other side of the lot, phone pressed tightly against his ear.
“Cas? You still there?”
Will Dean reach Cas in time? Find out here!
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