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destielling · 7 years ago

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omg so it’s literally been way too long, and i have no idea if anyone even cares about my blind!dean au anymore but here’s part four anyway. as always, im writing this because my best friend in the world draws the best blind!dean comics, let me know how u like it!!

part three

The Roadhouse was nice. It was small, only ten tables, which were made of wood along with the chairs. There was a bar which took up about half of the establishment, and Castiel found himself wondering if Dean came here for the burgers or the beer. Maybe both.

Currently they were sitting at one of the tables, pressed up against the back corner of the building. Dean was thrumming his fingers again, a small smile on his face. Castiel was still sweating.

“Well if it isn’t Dean Winchester,” said a voice, and Castiel turned to see a pretty, middle aged woman looking right at them. Or right at Castiel.

“Hey, Ellen,” Dean said, his fingers stilling, as he looked up to the direction of her voice and smiled, all teeth. “It’s pretty slow in here, today.”

Castiel looked around and noticed that it was slow. There was only one other table being used by an elderly man. He seemed to be examining the burger in front of him, like he was figuring out how to go about attacking it.

“Yeah well, I know you can’t see clocks but it’s not quite dinner time. Lucky for you, you beat the rush.” The woman, Ellen, said, and Castiel noticed that she was still looking at him. Examining him like the elderly man had been to his burger. Castiel gave a shy smile, and glanced away.

“Oh please, it doesn’t matter what time it is. Anytime is burger time, that’s what they say.” Dean said, and looked at Castiel now. Castiel found himself trying his hardest not to go beet red. Again.

“Who says that, now?” Ellen said, and now she was smiling, and Castiel must really be imagining the awkwardness of this situation.

“You know, them.” Dean said pointedly, like everyone should know who they are. “Well, mostly me. I say that. But I’m sure there are other people who’ve said it before.”

Ellen shifted, cocking a hip out as she brought her notepad out of her pocket. Right. They were here to order food.

“I don’t think I can hear anymore of your- whatever that was- so,” Ellen said, raising her eyebrows. “I’m sure I know what you want, but, what’ll your friend here, have.” And then she was staring at Castiel again, and he hadn’t even had a chance to look through the menu, with all this conversation going on, so he just said the first thing that came to his head.

“I’ll, um, have whatever he’s having.” Castiel said, pointing to Dean. As if it wasn’t obvious who he was talking about. Ellen narrowed her eyes a bit, and then nodded.

“Cute.” She said, turning to Dean again. “Where’d you find this one, Dean?” and then it was Dean’s turn to flush red, which Castiel would have thought was endearing, if it wasn’t for the comment that had brought it on. This one.

“Uh,” Dean mumbled, and Castiel was desperately wondering how many dates he had brought here. “He works at the coffee place I always go to.”

Ellen’s eyebrows raised again, like she’d heard about the coffee shop before.

“Uh huh.” she said, and Castiel really wished she would go away now, because Castiel couldn’t take any more embarrassment.

“Castiel, meet Ellen. Ellen, Castiel.” Dean said, and Castiel thought maybe he should have done the introductions at the beginning of this whole conversation. Instead of voicing these opinions, he just gave a small wave. Ellen didn’t wave back.

“I’ll be right out with your order.” She said, and then she gave Castiel one final look, turned and disappeared into the back.

Castiel didn’t know what to say. Castiel had too much to say, and for the first time Dean was utterly silent. There was no thrumming of fingers, or quirky jokes. Unlike the comfortable silence before, this silence was awkward and intense.

“So,” Castiel said, because it had been at least two minutes too long and someone had to say something. “Ellen. She’s interesting.” and Dean looked up, and his face was still so handsome, despite the frown that overtook it.

“Yeah,” he grumbled. “She always gets into my business. I’m sorry about that.”

“I’m assuming you come here often,” Castiel said, motioning vaguely to the diner, to no one in particular. “With a lot of other people, it seems.” and he couldn’t help but mention that. The fact was right out in the open, and if he didn’t say something he was gonna choke on it.

“Not that many.” Dean said shyly, and that was a good look on him. Castiel tried his hardest to keep himself from smiling.

“Really?” Castiel asked, and he wasn’t that upset anymore. Dean had to have dated people in the past. Really, Castiel doesn’t have the right to be mad at him about it. Maybe he was allowed to be jealous, though.

“Well,” Dean said, and Castiel could see a smirk forming on his face. “Maybe a few.” and okay, Castiel was definitely jealous, but Dean didn’t have to know that.

Castiel hummed and leaned back in his chair. He wondered if Ellen was disapproving of all the dates Dean had brought in, or if it was just him.

“Does she usually scare your dates away, or is that just me?” he asked, and Dean chuckled, shaking his head. Castiel smiled.

“Well, she’s kind of like my mom.” Dean said. “She just wants to make sure you’re good enough for me.” Castiel raised his eyebrows at that.

“Am I?” he said, because he was curious what Dean thought about it. He was curious about what Dean thought about most things.

“I think it might be the other way around there, Cas.” Castiel’s heart rate spiked at that, and he found himself really needing to change the conversation.

“So, you’ve known her a long time then?” Castiel said, his voice raising an octave or two, and Dean obviously knew what he was doing because he just turned his head downwards, and smiled again.

“Yeah. She’s been in my life since I can remember, really.” Dean said and when Castiel remained silent, he continued. “She was a close friend of my mom’s- dad too- but ever since my mom passed away she kind of, filled the role.” And Castiel wasn’t expecting that.

“I’m sorry.” He said, not really knowing what he was apologising for. Dean nodded, and Castiel wanted to ask more questions, wanted to know more about Dean’s upbringing, but from their previous conversations he feared that it would push Dean away.

“It’s okay, I mean, obviously it sucks but,” Dean took a breath, and Castiel knew this wasn’t something he liked to talk about. “It was a long time ago. I don’t remember her that well.”

“What was her name?” Castiel asked, voice soft. It was a safe question, he thought.

“Mary.” Dean replied, smiling. “It was worse for my brother though. He was a baby, so everything he knows is from stories.”

“You have a brother?” Another safe question.

“Yeah. Sam. Sammy, but if anyone else calls him that he gets pissed.” and then Dean’s laughing and Castiel didn’t know how he could fall in love with a sound so quickly. “Tall, lanky bastard. I don’t know how we have the same genes.”

“I’m sure he’s great.” Castiel said, and he didn’t think he’s smiled this much in a long time.

“Yeah, it’s kind of annoying actually. The smartest kid I’ve ever met, heart of gold. But don’t tell him I told you that, if you do, I’ll deny it.” And Castiel thought this would be a moment where Dean would wink if he didn’t have glasses guarding his eyes.

“I won’t say a word. Cross my heart.” And he found himself motioning the gesture against his chest.

“Hope to die.” Dean continued. “Though, I have to eat this burger before that happens. It would be a shame if I didn’t get to enjoy my last meal.” And if on cue, Castiel heard a bang from the back door opening, and Ellen emerged with two plates in either hand. Two enormous plates. Deam’s head turned to the sound, and his face seemed to light up. Note, Dean really liked burgers.

“Here we are,” Ellen said, placing the plates down in front of them. “One regular, and one I’ll have what he’s having.” Castiel chuckled, and Ellen’s face softened a bit. He wondered if it was a look of approval. He hoped it was.

“Ellen, you’re my favorite person in the world right now.” Dean said and if he wasn’t blind Castiel would think that he was staring longingly at the burger in front of him.

“Oh please, boy. I’m always your favorite person and you know it.” Ellen said, and scoffed. “But I’ll let you two enjoy your meals. I think I’ve flustered your boyfriend enough for one day.” And Castiel definitely did go beet red then.

Ellen turned and walked away, leaving Castiel with a very large burger, and a very red face that, thankfully, Dean couldn’t see.

Castiel thought this would be a good opportunity to fill the silence by shoving a ridiculous amount of fries into his mouth. Dean obviously didn’t feel this way.

“Hm. So you’re flustered?” Dean asked, but it wasn’t a question so much as a statement.

“Hmph.” Castiel grumbled over his fries. They were good, just the right amount of salt, and he thought maybe he tasted a hint of garlic.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Dean said, and then he moved his hands, feeling for the plate. His fingers made their way to the mountain of fries, and then he was picking one up and putting it in his mouth. He definitely looked better eating fries than Castiel did.

“No comment.” Castiel said, after he was finished chewing. Dean nodded, reaching for another fry. Then he moved his hands around the table, obviously searching for something, and Castiel thought he should probably help with the task.

“What do you need?” Castiel asked, and he thought maybe this was a learning opportunity to find out how Dean liked his burgers and fries. He didn’t linger on the fact that he cared about such a frivolous thing.

“Ketchup. Obviously. I’m not a barbarian.” Dean said, and Castiel put that fact into his rapidly growing list of Dean trivia. Then he reached for the ketchup, and slid it over.

“Here.” He said, and when Dean didn’t move, Castiel grabbed his hand and guided it to the bottle. Dean grasped it, and Castiel reluctantly let his own hand fall away. Maybe Dean would need assistance grabbing something else.

“Thanks,” Dean said, reaching to unscrew the cap. Castiel grunted, not trusting himself to speak, knowing he’d most likely say something embarrassing. “You want some?” he asked, after pouring an alarming amount on his plate.

“I think I could probably just steal from yours.” Castiel said, because seriously, that was a lot of ketchup. And apparently this was the wrong thing to say, because Dean’s head snapped up and he seemed to be giving Castiel a very offended glare.

“You will do no such thing.” Dean said, and another fact slid into Castiel’s brain: Dean doesn’t share his mountain of ketchup. “You want some, get your own.” and to make his point, he proceeded to dunk his entire fry into the red sauce.

“You have enough there to feed a small family.” Castiel deadpanned. Dean continued to dunk his fries, and Castiel thought that with someone else it would seem disgusting, but somehow Dean just made it look adorable. Which was ridiculous.

“You underestimate my love for ketchup.” Dean said, dunking another fry before feeling around for his burger. Castiel’s still remained untouched.

“I don’t think I do. But to be safe, I’ll pour my own. I don’t feel like being murdered today.” Castiel said, and for the first time he actually looked at the burger on his plate. The first thing he thought was, massive. Are the portions just bigger here?

“What’s on this anyways?” Castiel asked, his eyes squinting, trying to dissect the mystery in front of him.

“I wouldn’t murder you over ketchup.” Dean started, taking a generous bite of his burger before continuing. “This, on the other hand,” he motioned to his food. “This I would definitely kill for.”

“Noted.” Castiel said, and then he hesitantly picked up his own burger, staring at it quizzically. “And you didn’t answer me. What’s on this?” But instead of waiting for Dean’s answer, he took a small bite, chewing slowly.

“Nah, I’m not gonna tell you that.” Dean said, stopping to take a drink of water. “It’s good though, right? If you say no I might have to go to extreme measures.” Castiel rolled his eyes at that.

“I would like to see you try.” Castiel said, but he was right. It was good. He tasted a sauce he didn’t think he’d ever had before, and decided maybe he’d ask Ellen what it was. Dean wasn’t being very helpful.

They ate in silence for a few minutes, and thankfully it wasn’t awkward this time. It would have been worse if they kept trying to talk with their mouths full. Dean seemed to show his adoration for the food through noises. Very sexual noises. Or Castiel was just imagining things. But he’s pretty sure if Dean moaned in approvement one more time, Castiel was going to break his cup from clenching it so tightly. And he’d rather not be the customer who got broken glass everywhere.

“So,” Dean said, finishing the last bite. “What’s the verdict then?” There was still a small pile of fries scattered on his place, and Castiel wondered if he’d finish them. It would be an enormous feat.

“It was good.” Castiel said, immediately realizing that that was probably not the adjective Dean would want to hear. “Great, even.”

“Hm.” Dean said, unfolding a napkin to wipe his hands. When he was finished he put it next to the many other napkins that had been used already. Castiel didn’t know if he was a messy eater, or if burgers were just impossible to eat without disaster. Maybe the former. Castiel had only used one.

“Just great?” Dean continued, and Castiel huffed out a sigh. “Not…. superb, or fantastic? Delectable, even?”

“What would you like to hear? That was the best burger I’ve ever had.” Castiel said, exaggerating his words.

“You don’t eat burgers.” Dean said, crossing his arms. “Come on, just say that you’re dying to come back here again.” And Castiel would die to come back here again. But moreso for the company than anything else.

“If I can ever move again.” Castiel grumbled, rubbing his stomach. Could you die from eating too much? “But yes, I would love to come back here again. For a few reasons.” And where did that insinuating tone come from?

“What would those be? My wonderful company?” Dean said, smiling.

“Hm. No. For Ellen, she probably knows a lot about you.” And Dean’s smile was immediately replaced with a look of horror.

“You wouldn’t.” Dean said, a hint of terror in his voice.

“I would. But maybe I can be persuaded.” Castiel said, and yeah, he was flirting. Which was new and exciting, and terrifying all at once.

“Evil.” Dean whispered, but his mouth was turning up again. “Okay, name it.” And Castiel chuckled at the fact that Dean would probably do anything to keep him from finding out all his dirty secrets.

“Your eyes.” Castiel said, completely serious.

“You want my eyes? That’s weird, Cas, even for you. Besides, they don’t work.” Dean said, shaking his head. Castiel couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his mouth.

“Shut up, you know what I mean.” Castiel said, still wondering how conversation seemed to flow so easily between them. Not that it was a bad thing. “Besides, I remember you promising me something similar if I came here and ate a burger. You’re not going to back out on your promises, are you?”

“Damn you. I thought you might forget.” Dean said, but Castiel sensed that his exasperation was just being overplayed. He hoped it was. “You’re right, I did promise. And I’ll have you know, I’m no liar. Well, most of the time.”

“Quit stalling.” Castiel said, because he really wanted to know what Dean’s eyes looked like. He needed to know, and he couldn’t exactly figure out why it was so important.

“Okay, calm down.” Dean said and then he was reaching up to his glasses, and Castiel sucked in a breath. “Remember, they won’t look exactly like a normal persons. They can’t focus on stuff, so even though I’m looking at you, I won’t be….. Looking at you. You know?” And Castiel realized that Dean was very obviously nervous about this. This probably wasn’t something he usually did on a first date, and Castiel suddenly felt like an asshole.

But then Dean was taking off his glasses and Castiel was seeing his eyes, and all thoughts of him being insensitive slipped away. They were green. Somehow deep and vibrant all at once, and Castiel leaned forward despite himself. Dean was right, there was no reaction in his pupils, but Castiel didn’t care, because now he could see the speckles of hazel brown scattered in amongst his irises. And for a moment Castiel was upset, because so many people were missing out on a part of this man’s beauty. The other part of him thought maybe he was being insensitive again.

Dean started to fidget, and Castiel realized that he should probably say something. Because Dean could be taking this silence the wrong way, and that just wouldn’t do.

“They’re beautiful, Dean.” Castiel said, and his voice was rough. The unspoken you’re beautiful threatened to escape his mouth, and he had to take another breath to compose himself.

“Really?” Dean said, softly. And Castiel was upset again, because did Dean really not know how attractive he was?

“Yes. Really.” Castiel said, and Dean smiled, and this was a new one. It was soft, and intimate, and for a moment Castiel thought that this was a smile just for him, and he couldn’t breath again.

“Thanks.” Dean said. He went to put his glasses back on, and Castiel impulsively reached up to stop him.

“Wait-” Castiel grabbed Dean’s hand, gently, and brought it back down to the table. “Just, one more minute. Who know’s when I’ll get to see them again, with you making me do all these ridiculous things.”

“Oh like it was so hard to come here and eat a burger, Cas.” Dean said, but he let Castiel’s hand guide his own down, and when it was set on the table, he didn’t let go. Just grazed his thumb back and forth against the back of Castiel’s.

Castiel didn’t know how long they sat there, but soon enough- too soon- Ellen came with the bill. She looked down at the table, smirked, and slid the piece of paper next to Dean. Then she turned to Castiel and winked.

He can pay, she mouthed and Castiel covered his laugh with a cough, which made Dean’s head pique up in interest.

“Ellen?” He asked, narrowing his eyes. “I know you’re there. What did you tell him?”

Castiel didn’t bother to hide the laugh this time, let it fall out of him, and then Ellen was laughing along with him.

“Don’t know what you mean.” Ellen said, and she smiled at Castiel, and if that made Castiel feel warm inside, he wouldn’t question the meaning. “See you boys soon, I’m sure.” And once again, she made her exit.

“What did she say, Cas?” Dean said, turning his narrowed eyes at Castiel.

“Oh, nothing.” Castiel said, feigning ignorance, and then thinking better of it. “Just that you can pay, is all.”

Dean scoffed, but he was looking at Cas with a look of- something- something important, maybe.

“Fine,” Dean said, feeling for the paper. “But that means you got the next one. I can’t even read this, Cas, help me out here.”

Castiel grabbed the bill with his free hand, his other one was still occupied, and read the price. Then he had an idea.

“Guess.” Yeah, he was an asshole, but maybe Dean just brought that out in him. “Guess the price, and then we can go.” And maybe he was just using this as a technique to keep this date from ending.

Dean shook his head, but Castiel knew he was going to play along. Of course he was.

“Fine, but just so you know, I’m gonna get it to the God damn dime.”

Castiel just smiled, and grasped Dean’s hand tighter, felt the tightening in his chest, and thought man I’m fucked.

#ppl please read this im desperate lmao #its literally been a year since ive posted any of this im so sorry lmao #destiel #blind!dean #my writing #destiel fanfiction #COURTNEY

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