can you do a destiel drabble based on this post: Person A: “When I met you, you were an asshole. But now you’re an asshole with a better sense of style.”Person B: “Love you too babe!” from the-moon-dust-writings
smol!pastel!Cas and tol!punk!Dean
“Lunch is ready!” Cas yelled as he flipped the last grilled cheese — Dean’s grilled cheese, made with three pieces of bread instead of two. He said he needed the extra calories because he’s a growing boy. Which… Wasn’t entirely untrue. He was playing two sports this semester and he could use the extra fuel. But it wasn’t like he didn’t get the calories he needed elsewhere. He was definitely not being starved with how much Benny cooked. (New dishes of his own creation for everyone to try and see if he should add it to the menu for his budding restaurant.)
Cas waited a moment to scoop the sandwich onto a plate and set it at the head of the table — Dean’s usual spot. He heard the pounding of feet coming down the hall and into the kitchen as he did that.
“Ah yeah!” Jo exclaimed in excitement, pulling Charlie and Gilda along with her, each of her hands in one of the other girls’ hand. “Grilled cheese!”
“Yum!” Jess gushed, sitting down at the other head of the table that Dean hadn’t claimed as his own. Sam sat next to her, quickly picking up his sandwich and biting into it.
“A classic!” Benny added. He sat down in his usual spot at the table, middle seat on the side farthest from the front door with Cas usually on his left and Sam on his right. Jo sat across from him with Charlie on her right and Gilda on her left.
“Thank you, Cas,” Sam said, smiling appreciatively at Cas.
“Of course,” Cas said. “You’ve all been working so hard I figured a blast from the past was in order.”
“You were right,” Charlie said. She tore a piece off of her sandwich and quickly put it into her mouth, chewing hungrily. Cas smiled, turning back around to turn the stove off and start cleaning up.
“Where’s Dean?” he asked, grabbing the bread, cheese, and butter into his arms to put in the fridge.
“Right here, hot stuff,” Dean said, almost appearing out of nowhere and slapping Castiel’s ass. Not hard, but hard enough (in addition to surprising him) that Cas yelped a little before closing the fridge doors and glaring at his boyfriend. But his glare quickly faded as he saw the outfit Dean was wearing. It was one of the new ones he and Dean had gone shopping for. His old wardrobe had steadily decreased in what he could wear due to the muscle he was putting on.
Dean had on a pair of jeans that fitted his ass and thighs, yet still gave him breathing room when he walked. Six months ago Dean wouldn’t’ve been caught dead in jeans like the ones he was wearing now. ‘They’re so hipster!’ he’d complained up until the day they’d gone to buy them. As soon as Cas offered to sew random zippers, patches, and a few spikes onto them, Dean’d warmed up to the idea of buying them. When they got home and Cas had counted them, Dean had bought twelve pairs. Twelve.
Now his shirt wasn’t that different from the one’s he would normally wear. It was just an AC/DC band tee. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Neither was the leather jacket that he’d gotten too. Cas had tried to get him to buy a less expensive one, but Dean wouldn’t budge. Which, now, Cas was grateful for. It suited him perfectly and seemed like it would work with any of his outfits.
Lastly, his shoes. Dean had wanted to get the pair he was wearing now, but he said he’d already spent so much on the rest of his updated wardrobe that he would have to continue wearing the ones he’d had since sophomore year of high school. The ones he’d worn every single day for the past five years. Cas had shut him down real quick and bought the shoes for Dean, saying that ‘No, Dean, you need new shoes. The ones you have now are literally falling off your feet.’ Dean left the shoe store with them on, a bag with two more pairs of heavy duty boots he’d liked, and a smile that made Castiel’s heart flutter.
Dean struck a pose for Cas after he’d noticed Cas eyeing him up. He spun around a few times before sidling up to Cas and snaking an arm around his waist. “How do you like?”
“You look really good,” Cas complimented, standing up to kiss Dean’s cheek.
“Dare I say I look downright… Fuckable?” Dean asked, waggling his eyebrows. “Should I start up a letter to the penthouse in preparation for tonight?” Cas rolled his eyes and shook his head in disbelief, smiling nonetheless.
“Dean! We’re trying to eat,” Sam complained.
“Not my fault I’m so sexy,” Dean shrugged, pecking Castiel’s temple before walking over to sit down in his chair. “Cas is the one who can’t keep his hands off me.” He turned to nod his head at Cas. “Isn’t that right, babe?” Cas sighed, along with almost everyone at the table, before checking his watch and jolting upright.
“I have to go,” he said, scurrying over to grab his bag and yellow bee sweater Dean had gotten him for their anniversary two years ago. “Work called in.”
“Awe, what?” Charlie frowned. Jo, Sam, and Jess making hums in agreement.
“Are we still on for the move marathon tonight?” Gilda asked. Benny nodded and pointed from her to Cas.
“We were gonna binge watch Doctor Who to get you caught up,” he said, looking at Cas expectantly.
Cas winced as he began with an apology, “I’m sorry, guys.” He heard a chorus of less than impressed noises at his words. “I can’t. My boss said that they just had eight new clients come in all at once and they need me to get the paperwork done right away.”
“Damn it,” Gilda huffed. Charlie and Jo groaned in disappointment at the inconvenience while Sam and Benny frowned.
“I’m sorry guys,” Cas said, giving everyone an apologetic look.
“It’s okay, we can do it another time,” Jess said and everyone nodded. Well, everyone but Dean. Cas gave him a smile before he turned to leave, reaching the door before he was called back.
“Cas, wait!” Dean called, motioning for him to come back. Cas sighed and came back.
“Yes, Dean?” He asked. Dean sat back in his chair and pointed between himself and Cas, smiling deviously.
“We still on for tonight?” he asked, smiling so wide his eyes did the crinkle thing Cas loved so much.
“Oh, my god,” Jess groaned and everyone, once again, agreed with her. Cas, too.
“You know, Dean,” Cas started, backing up slowly to the door. “When I met you, you were an asshole.” Dean took a huge bite of his sandwich, chewing slowly and waiting for Cas to continue, his smile never receding. “But now you’re an asshole with a better sense of style.” he finished and turned around and headed to the door.
Dean called out after him — voice distorted from the huge bite he had yet to swallow — making Cas smile as he closed the door after him, “Love you, too, babe!”
