Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, if I did, Destiel would have admitted their love already.
Dean slid his hand into Cas's, their mismatched wedding bands at odds with each other as Dean thrust into the body below him. Sweat dripped down the back of his neck as he took shuddering breaths that hardly seemed to fill his lungs. The gorgeous man below him arched with a guttural moan of pleasure as he climaxed.
"Shit, Cas!" he rasped out, burying his face into the crook of his partner's neck as his own orgasm ripped through him.
As Dean laid there, catching his breath, Castiel began to lazily trace out random shapes on Dean's back.
"Should do this more often," Dean murmured, pressing a kiss into the juncture of Castiel's neck and shoulder.
He felt Cas nod, and his chest constricted.
Finally pulling out and pushing himself up on shaky arms, Dean placed a chaste kiss to Castiel's lips. "We should get cleaned up."
"Of course, Dean," Castiel replied, letting Dean help him up and lead him to the shower.
It was a quick shower, the two men laser-focused on getting clean. They only had so long before Lisa and Ben got home, after all.
It had all started as an accident. Castiel and Meg Novak had moved into the house next door a little over a year ago, and for the first few months, that's all they had been- neighbors.
But then one day, Dean had come in from work to find Meg sitting at his kitchen table with his wife, the two women gossiping away. As much as the neighbor-lady left a bad taste in his mouth, Dean ignored them, figuring it really didn't concern him. Until, of course, later that night when Lisa had suggested he should try to make nice with Meg's husband ("We could have couple friends, Dean." "We have 'couple friends,' Lisa." "Dean, your brother and Jess don't count." "How come?" "Because they live half-way across the country!") And so the Novaks were over at their house that Saturday for dinner.
Dean had to admit that Cas was a lot cooler than he initially thought he'd be, despite the other man's scruffy tax accountant appearance. Sure, the dude was incredibly awkward, and most of Dean's references seemed to go way over his head, but he had a dry sense of humor that Dean could appreciate. After that, Dean and Castiel became quick friends. Dean pointedly tried to ignore Lisa's I-told-you-so grins and Meg's jibes that it was only because no one else was dumb enough to be friends with either of them (seriously, what did Cas see in that bitch?).
Strangely, despite Lisa's initial excitement over having "couple friends", they really didn't all go out together all that much. Instead, Lisa and Meg would have their "girls' days", which would leave Cas and Dean (and occasionally Ben, when he didn't have baseball or wasn't at a friend's house) to hang out and do their own thing.
It had all gone to hell about six months after the Novaks moved in.
Lisa and Meg had run off to some spa for the weekend, and Ben was spending the weekend at a friend's, which left Cas and Dean to their own devices. On Saturday, Dean invited Cas over to watch the game. They'd both ended up drinking way too much. The details to what set it off were fuzzy, but suddenly, Dean found himself kissing Cas. It escalated quickly, nothing romantic about it. It was primal and sloppy, and while they didn't end up having sex that night, it was close enough to be their undoing.
They woke up the next morning, half-naked messes, in Dean and Lisa's bed. Cas had that deer-in-headlights look, spitting out some utter bullshit about needing to get home, righting his clothes, and bolting out of the house.
Dean spent the whole day in misery. He'd fucked up, and now his best friend was avoiding him. The meticulous bastard hadn't even left anything behind in his haste to leave, so it wasn't like Dean could go over there under false pretenses to talk to him.
When Lisa got home that night and asked how his weekend had been, he felt like he was going to throw up as he told her it had been pretty uneventful. He spent the next week being extra sweet to her, trying to assuage his guilt (after all, he did love his wife; he really did). It just ended in Lisa thinking he was sick. It was another week before Lisa caught him off-guard in the kitchen.
He was at the table going over some bills, and she was at the sink, rinsing off dishes, when suddenly she turned off the water and pinned him down with a no-nonsense look.
"Did you and your boyfriend get in a fight or something?"
His stomach dropped at the term, and he looked at her in a panic, sputtering out, "What?"
Lisa quirked an eyebrow. "You okay there?"
Seeing that she looked more concerned than anything, he calmed down. "Yeah, sorry, what were you saying?"
Lisa eyed him skeptically for a moment more before continuing, "You've been acting weird ever since I got back from that spa weekend, and Meg said Castiel's been moping around ever since then too. Did you guys get into a fight?"
"Something like that," he muttered.
"Dean Winchester!" He winced at her angry yell. "You better go fix whatever you did."
Dean shot his wife a betrayed look. "Why do you assume it's my fault?"
Lisa stared hard at him with her arms crossed. "Because I know you."
"Whatever," he grumbled, shifting his attention back to the bills in front of him.
Lisa sighed, moving to sit in the chair next to him. Placing her hand over his, she said more gently, "He's a good friend to you. I just don't want to see you lose that."
Dean stared at her defiantly for a moment before wilting under the sincerity of her gaze. "Fine. I'll talk to him."
Lisa smiled. "Thank you."
That night after dinner, Lisa sent Dean next door and invited Meg over so the two men could speak privately ("I know how you get about 'chick flick moments.")
Dean felt sick to his stomach as Meg let him in as she left. Taking a deep breath, he walked into the sitting room to find Cas sitting pensively on the couch.
"Hey, man," Dean greeted with a strained smile.
Cas looked up at him, and Dean's stomach about jumped out through his throat when those blue eyes met his. "Hello, Dean."
That voice did things to him that he wished it didn't, bringing back memories of Cas groaning his name. Dean swallowed thickly, trying to push those thoughts away.
"So the women folk want us to kiss and make up, huh?" Dean tried to joke, and immediately wanted to kick himself for the wording.
Cas looked away from him, looking more than a little queasy himself. They remained like that, in awkward silence, listening to the clock in the hall tick off the seconds, until Dean thought he would scream.
Dean sank down on the other side of the couch, face buried in his hands. "Damn it, Cas. What the fuck are we supposed to do?"
Castiel stared dispassionately at the wall in front of him. "Perhaps Meg and I should leave."
Dean's head snapped up to stare at Cas with wide eyes.
"Like hell!" he shouted.
Cas stared at him in confusion. "Why are you so angry? I thought this was the most reasonable course of action."
And Dean couldn't come up with an answer. Why was he so angry? He couldn't remember feeling this lost in his whole life. All he knew was that, crazy as it was, he couldn't picture his life without Cas in it now that he knew the man. And so, staring into Cas's confused eyes, Dean did that only thing he could think to do- he kissed him. And he never looked back.
Sure, it was probably going to come back to bite them in the ass one day (they couldn't keep up the secrets forever), but until the day that happened, Dean intended to make the most of every moment they had.
Selfish though it was, he couldn't help wanting to be able to have his cake and eat it too.
There might, eventually, be more to this verse in the future, but for right now, this is it. I feel like I want to continue it, but I have no concrete ideas yet, so I make no promises.
Also, huge thank you to my beta pharocomics! She helped me significantly clean this up into something I'm a little less scared to post lol.