A drabble inspired by a song that came on the radio while I was driving home today.
Dean Winchester is a terrible singer.
Or at least, he pretends to be. And he pretends to be a terrible singer all the time.
More often than not, if they are in the Impala, Dean is singing. Loudly. Off key. Messing up the words and making odd sounds in attempts to sing along with the guitar solos.
Sam finds it incredibly irritating, because it loses it’s charm about five songs into any road trip and Dean just won’t stop, dancing around and drumming on the steering wheel as he drives, growling out dirty lyrics at the top of his lungs.
“Can’t you make him stop?” Sam asks Cas finally. “Withhold sex or something?”
Dean snorts a laugh. “Cas wouldn’t give up a second with this sweet ass just so I’ll stop singing. And didn’t you say we weren’t ever going to mention me and Cas having sex again?”
“Yeah, well. I’d deal with a conversation about my brother and my best friend getting it on if it meant you’d shut up.”
Cas stays silent. He’s learned his lesson about getting in the middle of these types of arguments.
Besides, he doesn’t mind Dean’s terrible singing.
Because Cas has heard Dean’s real singing voice. It happens sometimes when they’re driving alone, late at night, when everything is still and quiet and it feels like the whole world exists solely inside the metal frame of that car. The radio will land on a cheesy soft rock station, and Dean doesn’t bother to change the station, because that would mean pulling his hand away from Cas’, and well, that’s just unacceptable.
So instead, Dean will roll his eyes and leaves the station where it is. And then Cas hears it. The low, quiet humming that slowly turns into actual words. Deep and sultry, and much more on key than it ever is when the sun is up.
There’s one song in particular Dean sings to him, a soft ballad about “turning your angel eyes my way”. Cas knows the general public probably thinks it’s saccharin and a little cliche, but he loves it. He wants to answer the questions Dean sings, to tell him exactly what he did to win Cas’ love. But he also doesn’t want his own voice to interrupt, so he never does. He just listens, lets Dean’s voice flow through him until he’s dizzy with it.
Dean and Sam continue to argue, but this is one fight Cas can’t help Sam win.
He wouldn’t mind if Dean sang every minute of the day.