Castiel shuffled through his dresser to find a shirt more appropriate for staying in. He had been wearing slacks anyway and ultimately decided that old jeans and a t-shirt were as much effort as he felt like putting into this. He heard Dean in the kitchen banging around through the cupboards and the rustle of paper bags being crumpled up, and the pop of a cork.
shit
Castiel had a long list of rules going in his head already, and one glass of wine seemed a prudent rule. Rubbing his brow and taking an ineffectively 'calming' breath, he left the safety of his bedroom.
Dean had three three bottles of wine on the counter.

"I'm not drinking all of that" Castiel said nervously without any of the confidence he intended

"Of course you aren't, Cas" Dean stode over with two full iced tea glasses in his hands "We are" he said with a smile that melted Castiel's resolve.

"I do have actual wine glasses" he sighed.
Dean shrugged.

Cas turned on a shuffle of his music. There were things on there that Dean liked, he had made Dean a playlist for their late Fridays after Dean refused to learn how to do it himself. "Just do it for me, man. You're good at this stuff and you know what I like". Castiel did.

As it turned out, Dean was a fantastic cook. Cas had tasted Chicken Marsala from a resturant in Florence two years ago, and Deans rivaled it. Cas was two glasses in. Dean was taking particular care to only match Cas glass for glass.

"I'm getting a divorce" Dean said matter-of-factly
Castiel choked on his pasta "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine" Castiel managed "how are you?"

"Good. I told you things weren't going well, and I'm done. Can we talk about something else?" Dean said bluntly.

"Okay."

"I'm sorry" Dean said taking both their glasses to the counter for a refill "I want to talk about it but... I don't, you know?"

"I know." Cas took the plates to the kitchen "When Meg and I began our divorce, eventhough everyone knew why, I felt like it was something I couldn't talk about. Everyone has opinions, or wants to take sides. I felt bad enough, I didn't need people making me feel worse. It's not like one of us had been wronged, really. I just happen to be gay" Cas rinsed off the empty plated and put them in the dishwasher. Dean took both glasses and laid out on the couch.

"With Lisa... I just can't anymore. It's a lie. I thought I could, I thought that I loved her, you know? I mean, I do. It just isn't what she needs, and I can't give her anything more, and damn it I wish I could"

Cas dried his hands and left the kitchen. Dean immediately made room for him on the couch.