Requested by @bekindplsrewind. I’m finally getting around to the prompts in my inbox. Have some cute flustered college Destiel.
Disclaimer- I know very very little about sign language. Forgive meeeee
It’s as cliche as it gets.
Dean Winchester, the biggest nerd Lawrence high school ever had, was forced to be roommates with a hot jock with a devil may care attitude.
College, in Dean’s mind, was a time to hunker down and get ready for the real world.
Cas was different. He liked staying out late, going to parties and coming back to the room wasted and laughing.
When Dean would ask him to be quiet, Cas would snort and turn his music up louder.
When Dean bought headphones to drown out the noise his roommate was constantly making, they suddenly disappeared.
When Dean finally had enough and decided to study in the library, Cas sauntered in and plopped down next to him with a huff.
“Why are you ALWAYS studying?”
Dean looked up over his black framed glasses and scowled.
“Some of us are actually trying to make it through college,” he whispered.
Cas blew a raspberry and grinned. “Yeah, ok.”
“Not all of us got a free ride because they’re good at sports. Some of us have to work for it. Which means,” he pointed a sharp finger at his textbook, “I have to study.”
Cas rolled his eyes and snatched the book away from Dean.
“Whadda we got here---oh. You’re going for---”
“American sign language. Yes,” Dean huffed.
“Why?” Cas sat back in his chair as he leafed through the book.
“Not that it’s any of your business,” Dean squared his shoulders, “but my brother is deaf. The amount of help that’s out there for kids like him is minimal.”
Cas raised his eyebrows and slid the book back to Dean. “That’s---pretty awesome, Dean.”
“I know. Now, if you don’t mind, I came here to get some peace and quiet,” Dean hissed, pushing his glasses up his nose.
Cas raised his hands in defense and stood up. He stayed there for a moment before rapping his knuckles on the table gently. When Dean looked up, he watched as Cas signed “See you later, roomie” before walking towards the exit.
When Dean returned to his room that night, he was not expecting Cas to be sitting quietly at his laptop.
“It’s Friday night,” Dean said with a scowl.
“Why are you here?” Dean sat down on his bed and stared at his roommate.
Cas looked around at his belongings in the room. “I---if I’m not wrong, I believe I live here.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. Aren’t you supposed to be out drinking and being obnoxiously loud?” He flopped back on his bed and closed his eyes.
“No plans tonight. I thought I could,” Cas cleared his throat and turned his chair towards Dean,” --I could help you study.”
Dean’s cracked an eye open. “Seriously?”
Cas signed a ‘yes’ which made Dean smile.
“How do you know sign language,” he asked, sitting up and scooting to the edge of his bed.
“My ex was deaf. We dated for two years before he moved away. I picked up alot along the way and bought a bunch of books,” he shrugged.
Dean rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, if you want to, I wouldn’t say no. I’ve been having trouble with a few things lately and---” he pulled a thick book out of his bag and opened it, “can you quiz me?”
Cas pulled his chair in front of Dean and took the book. “Yeah, sure.” He smiled and cleared his throat. “Ok. Let’s start off with the sentence ‘What would you like for lunch?’.”
Dean signed it perfectly.
“Ok, little harder now. ‘We need to buy a vacuum cleaner,” he smiled.
“That’s not in the book,” Dean squinted as he adjusted his glasses.
“No, but it’s true. Look at this floor,” Cas gestured to the carpet.
Dean laughed as he signed the sentence.
“Nice,” Cas smiled widely. “You seem like you can sign pretty well. How ‘bout I sign to you, and you tell me what I said.”
“Yeah, ok. That sounds fun,” Dean smiled, leaning towards Cas.
Cas sat the book down and cracked his knuckles. “Now, it’s been a while. Might be kinda rusty. Ok, how about...”
After he was done signing Dean smiled.
“‘Where’s the bathroom?’“, Dean sighed. “That’s so first year. Try something harder.”
Cas scowled. “Alright, what about this.”
Dean’s cocked an eyebrow. “No, I’m not dating anyone, Cas.”
Dean’s cheeks flushed and he pushed his glasses up his nose.
“Well?” Cas reached up gently and ran the pad of his thumb over Dean’s cheek.
“You---you said you like my freckles,” Dean smiled.
Cas signed and Dean bit his lip.
“Y--yeah. You can kiss m---”
Cas leaned in and pressed his lips to Deans gently.
They pulled apart smiling.
“Hey, Cas,” Dean whispered, “You can help me study any time you want.”
