Sabriel is heavily mentioned, so um, yeah. Enjoy! (Also, this fic is rated M for strong language. That's all, just a bunch of cussing and such.)

When Castiel woke up that morning, he had no idea that life was going to change.

The morning had been as normal as ever; Castiel woke up before Dean did, and sighed sadly when he saw that Dean had slept on the opposite side of the bed again. Castiel could feel the strain on their relationship, but as always, he ignored the tension. Castiel had leaned over and kissed Dean's head before getting up and taking a shower; he had showered alone, much like how he had for the past month, and Cas could feel himself wishing that Dean would step into the shower so he could hold him tightly, definitely making Castiel late to work. The two men hasn't made love in over a month, and Cas could feel his securely tension building up inside him.

He turned the shower to cold water.

When Castiel finished his shower, he purposely tied the towel loosely on his waist, knowing that it was starting to slip down his body. He ran his hands through his hair, flicking his hand to rid it of the extra water when he finished. Castiel exited out of the bathroom and was disappointed to find Dean still sleeping, his back to the bathroom door. Castiel sighed sadly and went into their shared closet to get dressed for work.

As Castiel was searching for his proper work clothes, his eyes strayed to Dean's side of the closet. He reached over and grabbed Dean's favorite T-shirt, a dark green, cotton shirt, and pressed the shirt to his face, inhaling deeply. Castiel smiled into the shirt as the familiar scent of pine, car oil, and Dean's Cologne greeted his nose; Dean's scent was one of the many reasons why Castiel loved him. Castiel gripped the shirt tight in his hands and had to control the deep longing that filled him; he was hoping that Dean would wake up and come into the closet with him and then they would talk, kiss, and maybe even make love.

But when Castiel opened his eyes and Dean wasn't standing there, he knew he was just dreaming.

Castiel shook his head and replaced the shirt back into its hanger and quickly got dressed, knowing that he was already late. Once Cas was dressed here left the closet, only to stop when he saw Dean sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Cas?"

"Good morning Dean. How did you sleep?"

"Well. You?"

"Just fine."

Dean looked up and saw Castiel jittering his hands against his thigh, obviously trying to hide his jitterness.

"Are you late Cas?"

"Yes."

Dean sighed and Castiel was quick to try to correct himself. "Dean, yes I'm late, but I can stay and talk for a little bit. I own half the restaurant; Gabe won't mind." Dean patted the space of the bed in front of him, gesturing for Castiel to sit down. "I'd love that Cas." Castiel slowly took the seat before turning to Dean with a slight strained smile on his features.

"What is it Dean?"

"I miss you Cas. You're hardly ever home anymore. I just wish that we could spend more time together, that's all."

"Dean I miss you too. So how about this: tonight, we'll have a romantic evening together, just you and me. I promise not to stay late tonight, and we can cuddle until morning. How does that sound?"

Dean couldn't help grinning, the smile on his face spreading from cheek to cheek. "Yeah, okay." Dean agreed, leaning forward slightly.

"Promise not to stay late?"

"I promise."

Their lips met softly and Dean rested a hand on Castiel's cheek, pulling the smaller man close. Castiel smiled into the kiss and broke it much too soon. "I'm sorry love, but I really am late so I have to go." Dean pouted playfully, but placed another chaste kiss on Castiel's lips. "Okay, I'll see you tonight for sure though." Castiel grinned and stood from the bed.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

X.x.x.

Dean wiped sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, sighing in content. He had just finished working on a car he had been trying to fix for months now, and he was very pleased with his work. Dean put down his wrench when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He grinned when he saw it was Castiel.

"Hey hot stuff! You ready for our date? I got Sam to cover the rest of my shift, so I could get home and shower before you got to me."

"Dean, about that..."

Oh no. I know that voice. Dean thought to himself.

"I miscalculated just how much work I have. Gabe wants me to stay late and fix the books." Dream could feel Castiel wince through the phone and Dean had to take a moment as anger and hurt filled him to the core.

"Oh. I see."

"How about tomorrow instead?"

"I can't, I don't have work off the next day and I already have a ton of clients that I need to see."

"Oh. The day after that?"

"It's the same thing Cas."

Silence was met on both ends as both men pondered what to do next. Dean was already starting to get hot with his anger, feeling yet another betrayal stab him in the heart. "I'm sorry Dean. I didn't know this would happen, I swear." "Yeah, I bet you didn't." Dean replied sharply, gripping his phone tight in his hand.

"I'm sorry Dean."

"You've already said that. You should get back to work so you can get home sooner."

"Alright. I love you Dean."

"Yeah you too."

Dean hung up the phone and slammed his hands down onto the work bench standing nearby. Yet another promise had been broken; just two weeks ago Castiel flaked out on their plans to binge watch Lord Of The Rings, leaving Dean alone on the couch with a gallon of ice cream to eat alone. A week before that Castiel couldn't make it to their scheduled lunch that they had made plans for a month in advance; Dean wasn't sure how much more of this betrayal he could take: he hated getting his hopes up only to be crushed in disappointment when Castiel had to cancel for one thing or another.

"Screw this, I'm getting a drink."

X.x.x

Castiel sighed deeply and rubbed his face with his hands, scrubbing his eyes. He was starting to develop a headache, and all these numbers swimming around in his head didn't help one bit. Castiel knee that Gabriel was bad at keeping finances in check, but he never realized just how bad the older man really was at it. Somewhere in Castiel's mind he knew exactly what he was getting into when he became co-owner of the Angel's of Grace Exquisite Dine (the official name, of course) with the older man, and yet Castiel was still surprised by his brother's inability to keep up with anything.

"Cassie?"

Castiel looked up to see Gabriel standing by the door to Castiel's office, holding his coat in his arms. "Yes Gabe?" "I was just letting you know that I'm heading out. Everyone is gone and I was gonna come here and tell you to get out and get home to that handsome boyfriend of yours." Castiel smiled at Gabriel's compliment, but his smile slipped away soon.

"No, I really can't. There's too much work to do."

"Cas, when was the last time you and Dean spent any time together?"

Castiel thought for a moment and shook his head. "I don't know Gabe. Anyways, it's really none of your business." Gabriel snorted and leaned against the door frame. "It's my business when your boyfriend asks my husband to cover his shift tonight so he could get laid. My words, of course." Castiel's eyes flashed down to Gabriel's wedding ring before looking back up at the man. "Dean asked Sam to cover his shift? He almost never does that."

"I know, that's why I'm asking you on why the hell are you still here? You've got man candy back home."

Castiel grinned. "Gabe, I'll have to tell your husband that you keep hitting on his brother if you don't stop." Gabriel shrugged nonchalantly and smirked. "The moose would probably just cry and cling to me. Or not believe you at all. Or believe you completely, in which case that wouldn't be very good..." Castiel laughed loudly and shook his head at his brothers nervous expression.

"You're right Gabe. Just let me grab my coat and we can lock up together."

Gabriel grinned and patted his jacket. "Great. Because there really wasn't any other choice for you; tonight is the anniversary of mine and Sam's first date, and just because he's working late doesn't mean we're not going to celebrate." Castiel laughed lightly and shut his office door behind him.

"That sounds wonderful Gabe."

Gabriel winked at Castiel and shook his head lightly. "I'm not going to give you anymore details than that, because it's just nasty; you're my brother, not my drinking buddy." Castiel clapped Gabriel on the shoulder. "Thank you for that Gabe; now if you excuse me, I have a date."

(Later)

Castiel stepped out of his car, feeling good. It was still late at night: about 12:30, and so Castiel was hoping that maybe Dean had stayed up, waiting for Castiel to come home like he used to in the beginnings of their relationship. Castiel entered his house, hanging his coat up and putting his car keys in the key tray by the front door.

"Dean? Dean I'm home!"

Cas called out, taking his shoes off. He heard silence follow this statement, and Castiel was slightly worried that maybe Dean had gone to bed after all. "Dean, I know I'm late, and I'm so sorry, but I figured that we still have the rest of the night to-"

Castiel stopped mid sentence as he entered their bedroom. Dean had not gone to sleep at all; oh no, instead he was in bed with a woman. A woman who was completely naked, sitting on Dean's lap, her lips glued to his neck.

Shock hit Castiel like bricks; he so desperately wanted to turn away, to not see this treachery; and yet, he couldn't seem to take his eyes away. That was when Dean looked up and saw Castiel staring at the two of them. "Shit, Cas, I can explain-" But Castiel had already turned and started walking away, feeling tears come to his eyes. He found it odd and slightly funny that he couldn't look away from Dean's deceit until Dean had begun to talk to him.

Castiel didn't realize he was crying until he was outside; he hadn't noticed the cold atmosphere when he first entered the house, but now that he was outside with tears on his face, Castiel could feel it biting into him like no tomorrow. He regretted not stopping to grab his coat, but he refused to step back into that house.

"Cas!"

Castiel turned around and saw Dean running out of the house, some clothes hastily pulled on and his coat in Dean's arms. "Cas, you'll freeze out here!"

"Why her Dean?"

Dean cocked his head in confusion, knowing that Castiel had said something, but what, he wasn't exactly sure.

"What was that?"

"I said, why her Dean?"

Dean was taken aback at the question. He could tell that Castiel was deeply hurt, if the silent tears were anything to tell him that. Castiel was normally a loud crier; he only cried silently if he was in serious pain, emotional or physical regardless.

"I don't know."

Dean answered truthfully, his voice soft. He reached out Castiel's coat, offering it to the other man. Castiel took it and shrugged it on, not taking his eyes away from Dean's.

"Why?"

Castiel asked delicately. Dean swallowed. "It was a mistake Cas, I swear. I was drunk and I was lonely, and she was there. Okay? She was there. It didn't mean anything; I can't even tell you her name." Castiel scoffed and shoved his hands in his coat pockets.

"You say that like it's supposed to make me feel better!"

Dean ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. Castiel noticed of course, and realized that Dean really was drunk, and he was angry. He only ran his hand through his hair when he was angry or thinking hard about something. "Well what the fuck do you want me to say? That I love her? Because I don't. That I care about her? Because I don't!"

Castiel laughed angrily, feeling more tears come out of his eyes. "Yeah, well you could've at least bothered to learn her name!"

"Why the fuck would that matter? Because she's a person? A human being? Cas, I already told you I was drunk!"

"And why was that huh?! We had plans!"

"That YOU cancelled! You called me up AGAIN and say 'sorry Dean, can't make it, work again.' It's always about fucking work! You never put me first! You'd rather have me by your side whenever you need me and then kick me away when you don't, but I've got news for you princess, that ain't gonna happen."

Castiel stared at Dean in shock; he knew for certain that Dean was drunk, mostly because Dean always tried his hardest to not say anything negative when he was sober. He claimed that bad thoughts led to bad actions and bad actions led to regret, so he did everything with a smile, no matter how vile it was.

At least, until you got a couple drinks in him apparently.

"That's not true." Castiel said lowly, sniffling a bit. "Yeah? Well it doesn't feel that way. This is the third time you've cancelled on me Cas. Third! In a single month! We haven't had sex in ages, God knows I was looking forward to this! I was looking forward to rekindling our passion, but then you went and cancelled! So yeah, I got drunk. I was angry, and bitter, and hurt, so I got drunk! And then she came up to me and started talking to me, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was attractive. I felt like someone was attracted to me, and was actually interested in what I had to say and genuinely wanted to be with me, so I took her home. I didn't mean to, but as you can probably tell, I'm still drunk!"

Before Castiel knew what was happening, his hand reached out and slapped Dean across the face. "You are a recovering alcoholic Dean! You know what alcohol does to you! And you still went out and drank!?" Dean held his cheek in his hand and looked up at Castiel, tears in his own eyes. "I felt trapped, Castiel. I just wanted to feel again." Castiel's hands curled in anger, but he secretly felt scared; Dean rarely ever used Castiel's real name, and when he did, it was because Dean was either unbelievably angry, or unbelievably hurt.

And in this case, it seemed like it was both.

"Well," Castiel started, sniffling. "Looks like you don't have to worry about being trapped again. We're done Dean. I'm breaking up with you."

X.x.x

Two weeks later and Castiel still felt like shit. He kept thinking about what Dean had said, over and over and over again, like a broken record in his head. After two weeks of thinking it over, Castiel knee that he was in the wrong. Of course Dean was the one who actually did something horrible, but Castiel felt as though he had pushed Dean into doing it. It didn't matter how Castiel felt about it, because it wasn't going to change anything: their relationship had hit a bump, and it wasn't going anywhere from there. Castiel had to accept that and move on with his life; he couldn't spend the rest of it pining for a man he broke up with.

A small knock was heard at the door and Castiel looked up to see Gabriel standing there, smiling sadly. "Hey there little brother." He said softly, leaning against the door. "What is it Gabe?" Castiel asked, not in the mood to deal with his brother right now. Gaberil entered into the office and closed the door behind him, taking a seat right in front of Castiel's desk. "Little brother, a tall big birdie told me that Dean is devastated without you." Castiel rolled his eyes at his brothers lame attempt at a joke.

"That has nothing to do with me Gabe."

"Come on Cassie; I know you were hurt big time, and I'll never forgive Dean for that, but you look like crap. Have you been sleeping at all?"

Castiel shook his head. "I kicked Dean out, so I tried to sleep in that bed, but I just kept thinking about them in my bed and what they had done. So I started sleeping on the couch, but it's horrible for my back." Gabriel gave a small synthetic smile and pulled out a couple of those Icy Hot packets.

"I know. Dean hasn't shut up about it. He asked me to give these to you; he said that it's the only thing that helps your back pain."

Castiel stared at the objects in Gabriel's hand, not sure if he should take them or not; but soon, he hesitantly reached out and took the material from his brother. "Thank you." He mumbled, putting the medication away. Gaberil smiled once more. "I'm really sorry for what happened little brother; but for what it's worth, so is Dean. He cries every night and sobs your name in his sleep along with words like 'don't go, I'm sorry, and I love you'. He wrecked hard over this; he hasn't even been to work at all. He just sits there on the couch, like some lifeless dead thing."

Castiel stared down at his fingers, thinking. Dean, not going to work? Dean never missed work for anything; one time he went to work with the flu, refusing to stay at home though he could barley stand. It must be absolutely horrible if he wasn't going to work at all. Gabriel stood to leave. "Well, I have to get back to the kitchen; my sou chefs wouldn't know what to do without their head chef."

"Gabriel?"

Gabriel turned back around and saw Castiel giving him puppy dog eyes. "How do you know so much about how Dean is doing?"

"That's easy; he's sleeping on my couch."

X.x.x

Castiel stood in front of Gabriel's front door, trying to muster up the courage to actually ring the bell. Gabriel had already told Castiel that Sam was home and was just waiting for Castiel, since he didn't want to leave his brother alone. (Gabriel told Castiel this in the midst of a massive rant about how Sam wouldn't leave Dean's side for the past two weeks, and how Gabriel missed his husband). Castiel flexed his hands before nervously knocking on the door.

It took Sam twenty seconds to come to answer the door, and when he did, he had a great big smile for Castiel. "Cas! It's so nice to see you again!" Castiel forced a smile and politely nodded at Sam. "Yes, it is nice to see you too. Is he inside?" Sam's face instantly went from friendly neighbor to protective brother. "Yes, by the TV. Cas, I must warn you, you can't say anything negative to him at all. He took some deep damage to what you said you him a few weeks ago, and he hasn't exactly healed right if you get my drift. Just please be careful not to hurt him more okay?" Cas smiled.

"Of course not Sam. Oh, Gabe asked me to ask you to come to the restaurant. He said that he wants Dean and I to talk in private and he wants to um, talk to you in private too." A dreamy look settled on Sam's face before he snapped out if it. "Of course. I have my cell on me if you need me."

Sam turned back into the house. "Dean, I'm heading to the restaurant if you need me! I have my cell!" Silence greeted Sam's statement and Sam tsked quietly when he turned back around. "Right, well I'll leave him to you. Make yourself at home." Castiel smiled kindly. "Thank you Sam." Sam smiled and hurried past Castiel, running to his car.

"Oh, if you need it, there's a spare bedroom on the bottom floor to the right if the bathroom. Have fun!"

Castiel blushed deeply at Sam's intentions, but he smiled; he knew Sam only had the best interest for them at heart. He turned back to the door to the house and took a deep breath before entering and shutting the door softly behind him.

Sam and Gabriel had a very lovely home; a two story house with a patio and plenty of lawn furniture. The back yard was huge and a playground was in the process of being built; Sam and Gabriel were trying to adopt their first child after being married for two years already. Castiel went into the living room and saw Dean, staring at the flat screen TV mounted in the wall with a dead expression and half drank glass of whiskey in his hand while the bottle sat on the table in front of him. Sam had warned Castiel that Dean had been drinking, but like an idiot, Castiel had chosen to ignore his brother in law.

"Dean?"

If Dean heard Castiel, he gave no sign of it other than taking a drink of his glass. A worried frown settled on Castiel's face before he nervously stepped closer to Dean. "Dean? Are you alright?"

"Just peachy Cas. What do you want?"

Castiel was slightly taken aback at Dean's tone, but it didn't stop him. "I wanted to talk."

"Why? I've already ripped your heart out and stomped on it. Or did you want to come and insult me more? Maybe rub in my face how I'm an alcoholic who is living with his brother and his husband because my boyfriend kicked me out? Or maybe you wanted to scream in my face to hurt me more."

Castiel picked up the remote that was laying nearby and turned the TV off. "That's not what I wanted to do Dean." "Then what do you want to do?"

"I'm concerned about you Dean."

"You didn't seem like you were two weeks ago or even a month ago when this whole thing started."

Castiel sighed angrily and tugged his hair between his fingers gently. "What do you want from me Dean? An apology? Because that's not going to happen just yet. You cheated on me remember?"

Dean whirled around to face castiel, anger lit up in his eyes. "Of course I remember! How could I forget when my ex boyfriends brother, who is my brothers husband, keeps shooting me evil eyes and glaring at me because I'm living on his couch!" Castiel bit his lip, trying to hold back his anger.

"And God forbid that I tried to do anything to make it better! I called you a thousand times, waited for you to come home by pathetically waiting outside the place I used to live, hell, even coming directly to your work place where your brother was always there to prevent me from going inside!"

Dean stood up, swaying slightly. He had a lot to drink before Castiel showed up, and for once, he was grateful because now he was able to get it all out in the open.

"You want the truth Cas? I'm in love with you. I have been in love with you since I was sixteen years old, just a stupid kid who was dealing with his father's abuse and trying to figure out why I felt so weird and awkward around my best friend, whom I knew since I was in diapers. So yeah, I'm madly in love with you! This past month has been absolutely torture on me, because the only thing I want is to hold you in my arms and to feel your lips upon mine until I can't walk straight! Every morning I pretend to be asleep just so I can see you walk out of the shower with that towel wrapped loosly around your waist. I slow my breathing down every morning when you wake up just so I can feel you kiss my head. And yeah, I know you smell my favorite T-shirt and after you leave for work, I pick up the shirt you wear all the damn time and I smell the hell out of it because I feel like it's the only way I get to feel you around me! I'm so fucking in love with you that I don't even know what to do with myself, and I can't even show my love for you because you're never fucking home! You constantly put your job before me, and I swear to god I'm tired of it! I made one stupid, drunken mistake because I was filled with so much physical pain and filled with so much self hatred, thinking it was my fault that you couldn't come to our date yet again that I cheated on you. And I have not spent a single day, no, a single moment not regretting it."

A silence settled over the room as Castiel took in everything Dean had said; Dean was trying to catch his breath, holding onto the couch for support since he felt like he was going to fall over.

"Do you really feel that way?"

Castiel asked softly,intensly staring into Dean's eyes. Dean gave a small chuckle and smiled sadly. "All the damn time." The two men stood apart from each other, gazing fondly at each other. They were both too proudful to make the first move, but before either one of them knew it, their lips had crashed together in desperate need. They had no idea which one was the first to initiate the kiss, but in this moment, it really didn't matter. All that mattered was that after a month of unspoken sadness, silence, and hurt was now being broken as the two men connected with the each other much like how they used to when their relationship was new. But within every kiss, every touch, every breath that was breathed, "I love you" was whispered over and over again. Hair was tugged, skin was bitten and lips were kissed, but every inch of each other was worshipped and filled with the love their relationship had been lacking in that last month.

"Castiel Novak, you are the only one for me."

Dean had whispered over and over again, alternating between that phrase and his declarations of unending love every time his mouth opened.

A couple days later, Gabriel had spotted the two men at his restaurant; Castiel wasn't working, and Dean had dressed rather sharply. He watched as Dean sank down on one knee and presented to Castiel a ring, stating rather loudly that Castiel was the only one for Dean and he asked Castiel if Dean was the only one for him. He watched as Castiel nodded his head furiously, tears springing to his eyes as he leaned forward and crashed Dean's lips to his, Dean slipping on that gleaming, silver ring onto Castiel's left finger. Gabriel grinned to himself and turned away, knowing that things were going to work out just fine for the couple.

They were, after all, the only one for each other.

Hey everyone! So this was a request given to me by Snovolovac, a faithful reviewer of mine. (I hope this was to your liking!) But what did you guys think? Did I do okay? The prompt was "Dean cheats on Cas with a woman and tries to get Castile back". I'll be honest, I had a totally different idea of how I wanted this to go, but I realized that I wasn't making this a chapter thing, it's a one shot. XD (a very long one, but still) anyways, this is where I'll be putting my Destiel requests and/or any fics I have that don't really fit anything else (that's completely Destiel, of course) so please please PLEASE leave me a request if you want to! You can either leave it in the comments or PM me, it doesn't matter, I'll see it! Anyways, I'm gonna shut up now. Please leave a review and let me know how I did!

Much love and stuff,

-ImmaSlytherout