Dean smiled, "Cas are you coming to bed soon?" He called through the house.
"I think I'm going to stay awake a little later," Cas said.
Dean frowned. Cas and Dean had a job. Cas' job always had him up though. He was always doing paperwork, sometimes he even stayed the night at his office to finish work.
Dean turned to his side as he stared at the water on his nightstand.
Cas sighed as he sat back in his chair. He rubbed his forehead. Piles of paperwork were stacked in front of Cas. He frowned as he shuffled through some of them trying to find one that closed the deal to the new buisness.
Cas had a boring job. He helped people start buisnesses. Most of the time their buisnesses failed because of lack of money. He finally found the paper he needed and re-read it. He set it down and jumped as Dean placed a hand on his shoulder. He spilled his coffee on the paper.
"Damn it Dean," Cas cursed as he quickly got up to get paper towels.
"Cas you need some sleep," Dean said as he looked at Cas who was now back at his desk trying to save the paper.
"Dean I can't," Cas said as he sighed. He couldn't save the paper, "Do you have the keys?" he asked.
"Cas, you aren't going to your office," Dean said.
"I have to Dean," Cas said as he searched for his keys.
Dean stopped Cas, he placed both of his hands on Cas' shoulders, "Cas, calm down, you are to in to this job."
"This job is what gives us a roof over our head," Cas spat.
"Doesn't mean you have to spend all your time on it," Dean said.
Cas pulled away and walked into the kitchen. He found the keys on the kitchen counter.
Dean gently pushed him against the counter.
"Dean I don't have time for this," Cas said.
Dean frowned, "You know what, fine, go do your stupid job," Dean said as he released his grip on Cas and walked to their room.
Cas was about to stop him but decided not to.
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Dean woke up to see that Cas wasn't there. He wasn't in the house at all. He was probably at his office.
Dean sighed as he got up and sleepily walked to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and washed his face.
He walked into the kitchen suprised to see a note from Cas.
Went to office. Be back around five.
Dean rolled his eyes as he tossed the note in the trash. He pulled out a bowl, milk, and cereal.
He poured himself a bowl and ate it quickly.
He was glad it was saturday. He didn't have to go to his job. Dean worked at a restraunt. He was a waiter and had to work every day except Saturdays, Sundays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. That was good because he only had to go in on three days, but it barely made any money.
Dean washed out his bowl and walked over to the tv. He flicked through the channels until he found a show he liked. After about an hour of watching tv he got up and took a shower. This is what he usally did when he didn't have to go to work.
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Cas came home around six. "Dean, I'm home," he called as he closed the front door.
Dean walked out of the living room."You're late," he mumbled, "Not like that's any different than normal."
"Dean, I'm sorry," Cas sighed, "I have to work though. My job is what keeps us alive."
"I seemed to be doing just fine before I had a job," Dean mumbled.
Cas ignored that, "What's for dinner?" he asked.
"You know how to use a stove," Dean said.
Cas looked affended.
"I already ate, maybe if you were on time you could've ate too," Dean said. He knew he sounded like a ten year old but he was mad at Cas.
"You know what, I don't have time for this," Cas said as he walked to his desk and started working.
Dean cursed. "Really Cas? You aren't even taking a break to make yourself some food?" Dean complained.
Cas shrugged.
"When's the last time you ate?" Dean asked.
"Yesterday morning," Cas said quietly.
"Cas, what the hell?" Dean asked.
Cas shrugged.
"You're lucky I fucking love you," Dean mumbled as he shuffled to the kitchen.
He quickly cooked Cas some leftover pasta and gave it to him.
"Thank you," Cas said as he looked at his paperwork.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"When I agreed to marry you I didn't know I was marrying a workaholic," he said.
"People change," Cas muttered.
"Cas I feel like I fucking married a robot," Dean said.
Cas turned around, "Do you want a house to live in or not? Do you want food to eat or not? Do you want clothing to wear or not?" Cas hissed.
Dean rolled his eyes, "It's always the same fucking excuse," he said.
Cas quited down, "I'm sorry I'm trying to take care of you."
"I don't need someone to take care of me," Dean said.
"Obviously you do," Cas yelled.
Dean scrunched his nose, "I'm calling your boss," Dean threatend as he reached for his phone.
"Dean stop," Cas said as he reached for Deans hands and made it impossible for him to get out of Cas' grip.
"Damn it Cas," Dean hissed as he tried to free himself, "You're such a control freak," he said.
"Dean, you wouldn't call my boss," Cas said.
"Than let me go if you think I won't do it."
Cas did.
Dean put his hands by his side, "I want a divorce," he mumbled.
Cas looked shocked, "Dean," he started.
"Cas, you know exactly why." He said before Cas could say why.
Cas fell into Deans chest. Dean rolled his eyes. "Get up," he growled.
Cas didn't, "Dean, I don't want to lose you."
"To fucking late," he mumbled pushing Cas off of him and going to their room.
He laid down in the bed looking at the fan go in slow circles.
"You don't really want a divorce do you?" Cas asked with red eyes as he stood at the doorway.
"No," Dean said as he rolled over so he couldn't see Cas.
Cas climbed into bed, "I'm sorry," he whispered.
Dean rolled his eyes and moved closer to the edge of the bed.
"Please don't be like this," Cas begged.
Dean didn't answer.
Cas put his arm over Dean so he was half hugging him.
"I love you," Cas said quietly.
Dean still didn't answer.
"Come on," Cas groaned as he pushed away, "You can't ignore me forever."
"I could," Dean said.
"But you wouldn't," Cas replied.
Dean rolled over so he was facing Cas.
"Please forgive me Dean," Cas begged.
Dean glared at him, "Fine," he growled quietly.
"Thank you," Cas said as he got up.
"Where are you going?" Dean asked already knowing the answer.
"I have to work," Cas said.
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Dean woke up suprized to see Cas next to him. He then remembered it was Sunday. Dean sat up and rubbed his eyes. He did his morning routine. By the time he was done brushing his teeth Cas was awake.
Cas walked into the bathroom and slid his arms around Deans waist and rested his chin on Deans shoulder.
Dean didn't smile he just continued to brush his teeth. "Good morning," Cas said.
"Good morning," Dean replied.
"Are you still mad at me?" Cas asked.
Dean shrugged. That meant yes.
Dean spit out his toothpaste and gargled some water.
He felt Cas let go of him and was suprised to see him still in the room when he turned around.
"Dean, I don't want you to be mad at me," Cas said.
"I know," Dean mumbled with a small smile.
He kissed Cas. Neither of them pulling apart. Dean hoisted Cas onto the bathroom counter and continued kissing. After a while they broke apart.
Cas smiled. "I hope this means you forgive me," he said.
Dean smiled, "Only for a while," Dean said.
Cas knew exactly what this meant. After a while he was going to go back to being a workaholic. He had to. He wanted to live with Dean in a house not travling across the state and staying in motels.
