Title: Drive, Darling Author: goldenboydean Artist: Pimentogirl Rating: Explicit Pairings: Dean/Cas, mentions of Sam/Eileen, mentions of past Dean/others, mentions of past Cas/others Wordcount: 31561 Warnings/Tags: mutual pining, bisexual!dean, photographer!cas, mechanic!dean, but he has other ambitions, john winchester's a+ parenting, homophobic language, explicit sexual content, sweet summer sweat Posting: 11/15/2018
Summary:
It's the last day of July and the air is thick with heat and road dust. Dean Winchester is waiting for his new lodger, some photographer from Chicago coming down to take pictures of the famous covered bridges in the area. And when Castiel Novak arrives at the Winchester farm both men develop a bond that grows stronger as the days go by. But Cas is here just for a short stay and Dean fears that falling for him would only end in a heartbreak. Some things, however, are inevitable.
Summer is in full bloom in Madison County, Iowa. Hot, cloudless and ripe with possibilities.
The day is oppressively hot. Dean can feel beads of sweat running down his neck, mimicking the way condensation leaves little rivulets on his beer bottle. He looks straight ahead, over their neatly mowed lawn and all the way to the neighbor's cornfield where it stretches over the gentle slope of the hill on the other side of the road. It's a view he knows by heart and if he closes his eyes, he can picture they way it will look months from now, when summer is long gone and winter looms over the horizon.
For now though summer is in full bloom and Dean's chest swells with the kind of hopefulness he hasn't felt in a long time. Something is coming. He can feel it just under his skin, like a buzz that won't be silenced.
And that's when he sees it – a red pickup truck, emerging from the waves of hot air like a poor man's mirage. Dean knows every car within a 10 mile radius, but he doesn’t recognise this one. It must be the new guest, some photographer from Chicago coming down to Iowa to take pictures of... cornfields, probably. What else is there?
Dean stands up and watches as the truck crawls to a stop next to where his Impala is parked. The door opens and a man climbs out. From his vantage point Dean can see that he is tall and slim, with broad shoulders and tanned forearms where they're exposed by the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt. He's also wearing aviator sunglasses and Dean almost shakes his head. You're in Iowa, dude. Ditch the Top Gun shit.
When the man sees him standing on the porch he takes the glasses off and offers Dean a tentative smile. Dean raises his hand in a greeting and makes his way down the wooden steps and towards the driveway.
“Mr. Winchester?” the man asks, walking towards him. The closer he gets the brighter the color of his eyes seems. Blue, like cornflowers growing on the side of the road, Dean thinks.
“Call me Dean”.
