âWe should have an affair,â Castiel said over beers. Dean choked on his gulp. Sure, it was true their sex life had beenâŚlacking, but to suggest they cheat on each other wasâŚwell, kind of a classic angel move. Blunt and entirely disregarding societal norms.
âAre you seriously suggesting we go sleep with other people?â
Castiel looked scandalized. âOf course not! We have an affair like they did in the PiĂąa Colada song.â
Castiel took another drink. âMeaning,â he explained, rolling his eyes, âWe have an affair with each other.â
âHate to burst your bubble, pal,â Dean gestured to the bartender for another drink, âBut you canât just suggest we purposely accidentally cheat on each other with each other.â
âWho else would I cheat with?â
Damn it. That was the sort of sweet shit that had kept them together for so long. Castielâs utter earnest adoration of Dean. Besides, it wasnât Castielâs fault Dean was growing restless. Heâd never stayed in one place for so long, never stayed with one person for so long, never had such unconditional love for so longâŚit wasnât 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. âHow would you even cheat on me with me, anyway?â
Castiel watched Dean seriously for a moment. âHello, stranger,â he said, dropping his voice whole octave, âYouâre almost as hot as my husband.â
Dean snorted. âDude, if weâre having an affair, you canât say Iâm almost as hot as your husband.â
âBut my husband is very attractive!â
Another hit to the heart. Dean hadnât 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.
âCâmon, man,â Dean insisted, âif weâre gonna have an affair with each other, we gotta do it right.â
Castiel wrinkled his nose. âFine. Youâre as attractive as my husband.â
The conversation seemed to stall, Castiel picking at the label on his drink as he glanced at Dean. âIâm, uh, apparently Iâm bad at this,â Castiel admitted, and he looked so disappointed that Dean couldnât help but lean into the act.
âYou knowâŚâ Dean said coyly, âMy husbandâs out of town for the weekend.â
âMine too,â Castiel replied, blue eyes serious.
Dean leaned forward, his lips against Castielâs ear as he growled, âWhat do you say I show you a better time than he would tonight, angel?â
âYouâd make french toast in the morning?â
What? Dean blinked, pulling away. âNo, Cas, Iâm talking about sex.â
Castielâs eyes widened. âI was too.â
âSounds like you were talking about food, babe.â
âItâs not just the breakfastâŚâ Castiel groaned, âItâsâŚwell, if we had really good sex, the next morning youâre so cheerful. And you make a good breakfast and dance in the kitchen when you donât think Iâm watchingâŚâ he rubbed his eyes, âA good breakfast means youâre happy.â
Dean nearly dropped his beer. Sure, heâd been caught up in his own self-loathing, but heâd never considered the fact that it might be the thing getting in their way. Heâd blamed it on a lack of adventurous sex, a lack of excitementâŚbut maybe that wasnât it at all. âCasâŚâ
âMaybe you should have an affair,â Cas sighed, âA real one.â
âI donât want an affair, Cas,â Dean whispered, âI want you.â
He leaned forward again, this time to kiss Castiel. When Dean pulled away, Castielâs eyes were shining, a small, gummy smile forming on his face.
âCome home with me tonight?â Dean asked softly.
âBut what would my husband think of that?â Cas replied coyly.
Dean kissed him again. âThat answer the question?â
They didnât have an affair with each other, partially because Dean still didnât 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.