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Cake and Pie chapter 2

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This was one of those rare double date nights between the Novaks and Winchesters, and honestly? It catered more to Lisa and Castiel's tastes than anyone else's. They'd gone to some play that Cas and Lisa couldn't stop gushing about, but that Dean had honestly almost fallen asleep through. Now, they were at some ritzy restaurant that Lisa had mentioned wanting to go to, and when Cas had given it rave reviews, that deal was sealed. The evening was all a bit high brow for Dean, though Meg hadn't seemed too thrilled about it either. It should have given him a like-minded companion, but he couldn't stop glaring at her long enough to actually start up a conversation with her.

He hated her. He hated her face. He hated her nasty attitude. He hated her recently-dyed blonde hair that looked absolutely awful. He hated her wedding ring that matched Cas's. He was very sure he just hated everything about her, and it was seriously ruining his night.

He winced as Lisa, yet again, discreetly elbowed him under the table. She was mad at him for his attitude, and he was sure he was going to hear about it when they got home tonight. He was sure he was probably going to be sleeping on the couch for it, too.

Cas was upset with him as well, if the brief, betrayed glances he kept shooting at him were anything to go by.

Throwing his napkin on the table, Dean gruffly announced, "I have to take a leak," before standing and walking towards the bathroom.

"Don't take too long jerking out that frustration," Meg's smooth voice called after him, and he'd never wanted to punch a woman more in his life.

Dean turned the water off, staring at his wet face in the mirror. The bathroom was blessedly empty, which considering Dean wasn't sure if he wanted to be sick or cry, he couldn't have been more thankful for the solitude.

Cas had given him the news a week ago- he and Meg were trying for a baby. It had felt like a punch in the gut to Dean. He couldn't (or didn't want to) explain it. He had no reason to be this upset over it. It wasn't like he had some claim over Cas. Meg was the guy's wife, after all (with her stupid matching wedding ring). Besides, Dean was married himself, had a stepson even. It shouldn't make a damn bit of difference to him if Cas and Meg wanted to have a baby.

But it did.

This thing between him and Cas just kept going, and, if Dean was honest with himself, it was escalating.

He slammed his hands onto the sink counter, feeling completely lost and broken. "Damn it!"

When he heard the door open, he quickly looked up, watching in the mirror as Cas walked in. Dean tensed at the pitying look the other man gave him.

"Dean, what's wrong?" Castiel asked, and he didn't sound angry in the least. No, instead, the bastard sounded so damn patient, and it was setting Dean even more on edge. Was he seriously the only one having a hard time with this fucked up situation they'd gotten themselves into?

Dean let out a hollow laugh, eyes meeting concerned blue in the mirror's reflection.

"What the fuck are we doing, Cas?" he asked, voice almost cracking.

Cas cocked his head to the side, squinting at Dean in confusion. "I'm not sure I know what you mean."

"Damn it, Cas!" Dean shouted, whipping around to face him. "Us! This!" He gestured between the two of them. "What are we doing?"

"You're upset."

"Damn straight, I'm upset!"

"Why?"

Dean stopped at that, looking like a deer caught in headlights, because wasn't that the million dollar question?

The anger melted off his face, replaced by pure weariness, and he pressed a hand to his eyes. "I don't know, Cas. I don't fucking know."

Castiel gently removed the hand from Dean's eyes, and when he still refused to meet his eyes, Cas gently commanded, "Look at me, Dean."

Dean reluctantly looked up, heart skipping a beat at the absolutely beautiful, loving smile on Castiel's face. He swallowed around the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat.

Cas placed his hands on either side of Dean's face, thumbs softly caressing his cheek bones.

"I'm not sure what any of this means, either, but I know I don't want to lose it." With that, Cas leaned up and placed a soft kiss on Dean's lips.

Dean wrapped his arms around Cas, indulging in the stolen moment, enjoying the feel of the smaller man wrapped close to him.

When Cas pulled away, he smiled blissfully at Dean, and Dean couldn't help but meet it with one of his own. And that was when he knew he was royally screwed. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, he had fallen for Cas, and, boy, had he fallen hard.

Cas slowly untangled himself from Dean's arms, smile turning ever-so-slightly cheeky.

"We should get back to the table before Meg convinces Lisa that we are both masturbating," he joked.

Dean blanched immediately, causing Cas to laugh (and damn, if the sound didn't send a warm feeling all the way down to Dean's toes).

"Don't worry," Cas reassured him, "Lisa knew something was bothering you. That's why she asked me to come talk to you."

And while Dean knew it should bother him, make him feel guilty that his wife had unwittingly sent his boyfriend (were they boyfriends?) after him, he honestly just felt lucky that he had two people that cared about him so much.

Yes, he was a selfish bastard, and he knew it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, if I did, Destiel would have admitted their love already.

Thank you to pharocomics for betaing!

This is a little shorter than I'd like, but hopefully the next part will be longer. This plot has run away with me, and I'm super excited to keep working on it :D

Also, was not my intent to put this out on croatoan day, just kind of how it worked out. I should hopefully have a real offering for croatoan day tomorrow or the next day.

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