#vircas

> i have.

> i have thought very long and hard about it all, belive me. some of us actually think about things once in a while, whether we come to 'intelligent conclusions' or not.

[ cas grins sweetly, draping an arm over rex's shoulder- seemingly not phased by either the threats or the other man's closeness. ]

> and you know what? you know what, rexy?

> first and foremost, this is hardly about you. i simply hate coda. they're annoying, they're childish, they're so sloppy when it comes to murdering... frankly, you're only involved because i've gotta steal your form to go through with it all. i'm not doing it for you.

> secondly, though, i gotta say, you most certainly did not need to do all this shit for me. you've got another boyfriend, another kid...who cares about coda anyway? they can reset, can't they? i'm starting to think you just can't live without trying to leer your threats in my face at least once a day. get ahold of yourself, really.

> third-

[ cas doesn't so much make a third point as just burst into laughter. real, proper, genuine laughter. laughter that sounded very strange coming out of rex's mouth, it had to be said. ]

> third-- what the hell?

[ he gasps, finally managing to regain his voice after a moment or two. ]

> go for it.

> i couldn't care less, actually. about either of 'em.

> volt'll be fine. it's a staple of being him. and bradley- well, third time lucky with him and dying, i suppose. oh, boy. that's rich.

Cas is struggling, he can practically taste it. He knows no matter what he does, his unfortunate husband is going to keep having those conflicted feelings for him. 

Why, Rex has no idea.

He thought at first it was purely out of masochism. Or perhaps loneliness. Or his annoying obsession with 'fixing' him. But it is slowly dawning on him that perhaps Cas simply does...just have romantic feelings for him he can't get rid of.

Rex doesn't know whether to laugh at that or turn it over in his mind, piece by piece, like a puzzle he has no way to solve. Why??

He only ever feels this inkling of confusion before - when he's with Coda. Watching this kid look at him with genuine trust makes his heart clench up. Of course, Coda can barely talk, let alone think for themself. They are a child who doesn't know any better. They don't know the whole story of their dad, they trust him because he makes an effort to pretend.

But Cas has seen his nastier side - no, Cas has only seen his nasty side. Rex has never offered him affection without using it as a tool to hurt him as well. Every time he's flirted with him, kissed him, called him those sweet pet names, it's only been to wrap Cas around his little finger.

It can't simply be masochism. For some inexplicable reason, Cas has romantic feelings for him and Rex has no idea how to even begin to comprehend this. So he doesn't dwell on it too long, shoving it down into the deepest parts of his mind where he could mull over in silence when he's alone again.

That doesn't mean he isn't going to flirt though, oh no.

It's too easy to slip back into his role of doting husband. Rex sits up, lets his gaze soften as he looks over Cas. He finds him fascinating, that much isn't a lie and so he takes his time studying the being that had offered its heart in marriage, watched him destroy it and still wanted to love him.

"Maybe..." Rex starts, then stops. Mulling over his words. "Maybe there's a reason I keep coming back. I can't figure you out, Cassy." That part was true at least. "I hurt you and you keep wanting to fix me because you...what? See yourself in me? Come now, darling. You and I both know that we're nothing alike. I'm just an awful bastard that likes making pretty boys cry. And you are..."

Pitiful. Adorable. Confusing.

"...far too good for me." Rex stands up but he doesn't walk away. Instead he spins back towards Cas and offers him a hand, feigning chivalry.

"I want to see all of you. This is the first time I've actually met you face to face and it might be my last time once you decide you truly don't want me anymore." He keeps his hand outstretched. 

slides a 💋 across the table slowly

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Rex grabs Cas by his jacket and slams him against the nearest wall.

"As much as I adore your smart mouth, babe, I think it's time you stopped talking." He growled threateningly, using his body to keep the other pinned. Now that his hands were free, he shoved one of them in Cas' hair to yank his head back so they can glare into each others eyes.

"God you're so needy. Rex don't do this, Rex don't do that, do you really think I give a shit about what you want me to do? We've already established that your opinion means nothing to me, darling."

Despite his accusations of Cas being needy, he was the one whose gaze eventually ended up being drawn to Cas' mouth, the urge to kiss him forming before he realized he was thinking it. Rather than look away, Rex made sure his staring was obvious, so Cas knew what went on in that sick head of his.

"Maybe it's time I made you stop talking."