āWe should have an affair,ā Castiel said over beers. Dean choked on his gulp. Sure, it was true their sex life had beenā¦lacking, but to suggest they cheat on each other wasā¦well, kind of a classic angel move. Blunt and entirely disregarding societal norms.
āAre you seriously suggesting we go sleep with other people?ā
Castiel looked scandalized. āOf course not! We have an affair like they did in the PiƱa Colada song.ā
Castiel took another drink. āMeaning,ā he explained, rolling his eyes, āWe have an affair with each other.ā
āHate to burst your bubble, pal,ā Dean gestured to the bartender for another drink, āBut you canāt just suggest we purposely accidentally cheat on each other with each other.ā
āWho else would I cheat with?ā
Damn it. That was the sort of sweet shit that had kept them together for so long. Castielās utter earnest adoration of Dean. Besides, it wasnāt Castielās fault Dean was growing restless. Heād never stayed in one place for so long, never stayed with one person for so long, never had such unconditional love for so longā¦it wasnāt a sensation Dean felt he deserved.
Not exactly the pleasant thoughts he was supposed to be having. Dean pushed it away with a sigh, returning his focus to the earnest angel watching him over a beer. Fine, Dean would bite. āHow would you even cheat on me with me, anyway?ā
Castiel watched Dean seriously for a moment. āHello, stranger,ā he said, dropping his voice whole octave, āYouāre almost as hot as my husband.ā
Dean snorted. āDude, if weāre having an affair, you canāt say Iām almost as hot as your husband.ā
āBut my husband is very attractive!ā
Another hit to the heart. Dean hadnāt felt attractive in a while, not since the lines appeared along his face and the pudge around his belly seemed to take up permanent residence and the scars started to blur together into something that was less sexy and more horrifying. But there was Castiel, staring at Dean like he was the most beautiful creature on Earth. It was, well, a bit too much for the time being.
āCāmon, man,ā Dean insisted, āif weāre gonna have an affair with each other, we gotta do it right.ā
Castiel wrinkled his nose. āFine. Youāre as attractive as my husband.ā
The conversation seemed to stall, Castiel picking at the label on his drink as he glanced at Dean. āIām, uh, apparently Iām bad at this,ā Castiel admitted, and he looked so disappointed that Dean couldnāt help but lean into the act.
āYou knowā¦ā Dean said coyly, āMy husbandās out of town for the weekend.ā
āMine too,ā Castiel replied, blue eyes serious.
Dean leaned forward, his lips against Castielās ear as he growled, āWhat do you say I show you a better time than he would tonight, angel?ā
āYouād make french toast in the morning?ā
What? Dean blinked, pulling away. āNo, Cas, Iām talking about sex.ā
Castielās eyes widened. āI was too.ā
āSounds like you were talking about food, babe.ā
āItās not just the breakfastā¦ā Castiel groaned, āItāsā¦well, if we had really good sex, the next morning youāre so cheerful. And you make a good breakfast and dance in the kitchen when you donāt think Iām watchingā¦ā he rubbed his eyes, āA good breakfast means youāre happy.ā
Dean nearly dropped his beer. Sure, heād been caught up in his own self-loathing, but heād never considered the fact that it might be the thing getting in their way. Heād blamed it on a lack of adventurous sex, a lack of excitementā¦but maybe that wasnāt it at all. āCasā¦ā
āMaybe you should have an affair,ā Cas sighed, āA real one.ā
āI donāt want an affair, Cas,ā Dean whispered, āI want you.ā
He leaned forward again, this time to kiss Castiel. When Dean pulled away, Castielās eyes were shining, a small, gummy smile forming on his face.
āCome home with me tonight?ā Dean asked softly.
āBut what would my husband think of that?ā Cas replied coyly.
Dean kissed him again. āThat answer the question?ā
They didnāt have an affair with each other, partially because Dean still didnāt understand quite how that would have worked, but they did have an awesome time in bed.
And the next morning, Dean made Castiel french toast.