"Dean" her voice comes out with the numbness of someone working up to a full on shout. "What...what the fuck is this?"
The front door falls closed behind her and Dean vaguely remembers not locking it when Castiel arrived. Her eyes dart between him and Castiel, who has dragged a blanket from the couch and tossed it over his lap, he throws another at Dean who covers himself gratefully, they're both sheened in sweat, Castiel smudged with lube and glowing with exertion, Dean can feel his skin burning, the phantom pressure of Castiel lingering inside of him, pre-come and lubricant slowly making their way out.
"Dean" Lisa's sharp voice brings him back from his horrified contemplation of what they must look like, of what this must look like. Ugly and wrong and filthy. "Do you have anything to say? Anything at all." She swallows, disgust evident in her face, a wronged-ness that makes him flinch. "Because when you told me to come here, I thought it was...I didn't think I'd find you like this..." She gestures to them, to Castiel's hunched body, careful hickeys decorating his pale skin. "This is...fucked up."
"Lisa...can you give us a minute." Dean feels at a disadvantage, having been discovered with Castiel inside of him, and now sitting naked amidst fallen scrabble tiles and crumpled clothing.
"Fine just...get him out of here and put some clothes on." She waves her hand at him and paces towards the kitchen.
"If you want me to leave, I'll just...go." Castiel looks small and weak again, and Dean has to fight hard to remember him just minutes ago, holding him down, controlling and strong.
"He has paid you, right?" Lisa hovers in the doorway, waiting for Castiel to get himself together and leave. "So, if you don't mind..."
And just like that he's a whore again. Castiel locks himself up internally, willing to do this, to be this – James, if that's what Dean requires of him.
"Cas... stay, please?" It's said too softly for Lisa to hear, and Dean can't quite look at him, but Castiel senses the conflict in him, and is glad that even under Lisa's gaze Dean hasn't quite forgotten him.
"Alright." Castiel drops his blanket and recovers his pants, handing Dean his before he begins to clothe himself. Lisa turns her back, sitting at the tiny breakfast table with her arms folded. Dean sits down opposite her and Castiel leans against the counter behind him.
"Why is he still here?" Lisa watches Castiel with curiosity and distaste. "Christ Dean you couldn't find another whore in a city this big? It just had to be James?"
"Castiel" they say almost simultaneously. Dean weary, Castiel blank. "James is my middle name." Castiel adds. "and I'm staying."
Lisa gives him a long searching look.
"What are you doing with him Dean?" She asks eventually. "I mean...I know I went to him... and now you're...paying to fuck him too? Why? God , when did you even..." She closes her eyes. "I don't know where to start with this."
"I'm not...paying him." Dean says quietly, hands on the table, eyes on his hands. "Not anymore, anyway."
"So you're...what is this?" her voice is quiet, incredulous. "He's a whore, Dean."
"Don't call him that." He feels the gentle touch of Castiel's hand on his shoulder, telling him it doesn't matter.
"It's true."
"It's a fucking insult." Dean's voice is dangerously low. "So don't, call him that."
Her eyes are wide, doe like with unasked questions and confusion.
"You're not even gay." She shakes her head. "You're not even...or is this why, I mean you lost interest in me..." The question in her voice is obvious and it makes Dean angrier than he probably has any right to be.
"That is nothing to do with this."
"It has everything to do with..."
"No it doesn't! You cheated on me, we ended." He grates out. "But I'd already met Castiel, you knew that at least. We met because you went to him."
"So it's ok for you to disown me for one mistake, and then choose to be with someone who fucks other women, other men, for money."
Dead silence reigns over them.
Castiel's hand moves as he lays his arm over Dean's shoulders. Dean closes his eyes and leans into the slight pressure, gathering himself for the next wave of this attack.
"I realise I can only speak for myself...but, I am grateful for the inconsistency." Castiel says quietly. Lisa turns her eyes to him for the first time since she'd walked into the apartment.
"You're screwing my husband and you're glad he hasn't compared you to me?...you cold son of a bitch."
It makes Dean angry, on Castiel's behalf that Lisa can say these things to him after having paid him for sex. The insults, the hostility as so surprising from his formerly polite and sensitive (and soon to be ex) -wife.
"Lisa" Dean rubs a hand over his face. "I'm not your husband, this isn't your home...and who I choose to sleep with is not your business." He looks at her with as much stony resistance as he can muster. "We can talk about the baby, about the divorce...but you don't get to pretend any of this" he indicates her righteously indignant stance and set expression, "Is out of concern for me. This has always been about you."
"I hope you're pleased with yourself Castiel" She gets up stiffly and looks at them, Dean still looking at her without an ounce of care and Castiel with his arm over his shoulders, heart in his throat with worry. His fingers tighten on Dean, but he says nothing. Only thinks that he doesn't want to lose him, not like this.
"You do not get to win this by saying I cheated first." She spits at Dean. "This is...wrong, on so many levels I don't even want think about." Her expression hardens. "and everyone, is going to know it."
She storms towards the front door.
"Lisa!" Dean shouts after her, but the door bangs shut and she's gone, taking secrecy and any hope Dean had of not screwing up the rest of his life, with her. "Fuck" He drops his head into his hand. "I'm sorry Cas."
Castiel sits down next to him."I have no idea what to do."
"Prepare for the inevitable shit storm." Dean looks up at him. "She'll do it, probably speed dialling everyone I know as we...shit, Sam..." his eyes widen, "and my parents."
"I'm sorry." Castiel closes his eyes for a second, marshalling all his restraint. "I suppose...if we stop, there'd be no evidence to substantiate..."
"Cas, don't even think of throwing yourself on that sword." Dean's arm slides around his waist, pulling him into a rough embrace. "When it happens it happens...I'm not going to lose you over it, especially not now." He rests his head against Castiel's shoulder. "I'm glad you stayed."
"I'm glad you wanted me to."
The living room is still a mess of vaguely musk scented blankets and spilled game pieces. Dean locks the front door and sets the chain, then leads Castiel towards the bedroom. He lets Castiel take the left side of the bed and lies against his back, thinking absently that an hour ago Castiel was inside of him, and it was possibly the best he's ever felt.
They sleep curled up around each other, each worrying what the next few days would bring.
