Soulmates (6/8)
Title: Soul Mates (6/8).
Author: ash_tree_house
Rating: NC-17 (for the whole story, just to be sure).
Genre and/or Pairing: AU, Dean/Castiel, Dean/Billy, Castiel/Allan.
Spoilers: No spoilers.
Warningsac: Bit of fluff, soft porn, Allan. And English is my second language. Unbeta'ed.
Word Count: 1485.
Summary: Dean has lost his soul mate and isn't interested in a new relationship. Castiel is a very naughty boy. And what will Allan do?
SATURDAY
The next day there was still no word from Cas. Dean checked his messages but he hadn't rung and there was no text either. He felt a knot forming in his stomach. Maybe he and Allan had made up and Castiel didn't want to see Dean. He felt terrible the whole morning, one moment thinking he should call, the next that it must be Castiel's move if it was over.
He had to go grocery shopping for the coming week and decided to give Cas that little time extra to call. He didn't know how much food to buy. Should he be shopping for two? He decided to do so just in case; any food that could go in the freezer would. When he came by the personal hygiene section he couldn't help noticing a shelf filled with lube. There it was, laughing him in the face. It looked like someone had purposefully placed it there just to make fun of him. "So you thought you had found a boyfriend did you? Well you won't be needing this any time soon". He quickly turned around and went to pay.
When he got home he checked his messages again but there was still nothing from Cas. He put the groceries away, went upstairs to change the bed linnen and then cleaned the whole house. He didn't eat anything, felt like he would be sick if he did. The knot in his stomach had now become a fixture, like a stone he carried around inside of him. He tried to convince himself he should call but instead went and got the champagne he had intended to celebrate his promotion with. He and Cas should have celebrated together. He wanted them to celebrate by going all the way. He wanted Cas so much and it physically hurt in his chest thinking about him and Allan together. He wondered who bottomed. Castiel seemed like a guy who knew what he wanted, all masculine and strong, and if Allan was a dress maker maybe he was more feminin. Not that he was stereotyping..... To hell with it! He opened the champagne bottle with a pop and poured a glass, emptying it in one go. Then he poured another and drank that as well. He didn't drink much usually and since he hadn't had anything to eat since the few bites he managed at lunch the champagne quickly went to his head. He sat for a while getting more and more dizzy. He poured one more glass, stood up, raised the glass high in the air and said out loud "Congratzulations on your promosjion Dean!" "Why, thankyo Dean. Bottomzup!". He laughed out loud, staggering a little, then emptied the glass. After that he fell over on the sofa, images of Cas going down on him tumbling around in his head. It wasn't long before he had fallen asleep.
* * * * *
Castiel had spent a mostly sleepless night alone in his flat. He had tried to get a hold of Allan Friday evening but he hadn't answered his phone. He had then called his sister who had told him he was out of town for a possible job. Castiel knew what that meant;. Allan bringing some of his designs to show a 'possible' buyer, discussing colours, fabric and cut then going home to wait for the phone call that let him know they'd decided to 'go another way'. There had been plenty of those in the three years they'd been together. Poor Allan, he couldn't help thinking but he was still annoyed. He wanted to get this over with so he could be with Dean. He had told Allan's sister he would try again tomorrow.
As he had walked around in what had been his and Allan's home for two years he thought about Dean's house and how nice and homely it was. So simple and void of any unneccesary clutter. He suddenly made a snap decision to quit his job. He hated it and he was only doing it because he thought he had been in love with Allan and Allan wanted lots of nice things. He grabbed his jacket and ran to his car. If he was quick about it he could get a hold of his boss before he went home; he always stayed late on Fridays to get everything ready for Monday. Therefore, the reason Cas didn't call Dean that evening, was because he was having an argument with his boss who was trying to make him 'see sense'. They had invested a lot of money in him and they didn't want to see him go to the competition. Cas told his boss how grateful he was (if it hadn't been for him putting him on the course he would never have met Dean) and he tried to make him understand that he did not have a new job in sight. He wanted some time to re-think his life and career. After nearly two hours of arguing his boss accepted that he had made up his mind and they parted with some amicability.
When Cas came home exhausted it was too late to call Dean and to wind down he had spent an hour going through some of his belongings. He had picked out a few objects he wanted to bring when he moved over to Dean's house, maybe he would also bring his comfortable chair but he definately couldn't bring all his clothes. He stopped for a moment. They hadn't actually talked about moving in together Castiel just felt it was a natural next step. But come to think of it they hadn't even known each other a week yet and considering Dean's past maybe he wouldn't be so thrilled that Castiel had already planned their future together. He decided to wait with the packing until he and Dean had talked.
Saturday morning he tried Allan again and since he still didn't answer Castiel left a message asking him to call so they could meet up and talk. As he was eating breakfast he thought about the sudden turn his life had taken. He thought that if Dean didn't want him to move in he would sell this flat and get a smaller one. He had a nice amount saved up as well so he would have enough to tie him over until he found a new job. He felt exhilarated. This was what he had wanted to do for a long time and spending time with Dean, seeing how he enjoyed a simpler life, had helped him decide. He quickly did the dishes and grabbed the phone to call Dean but there was no answer. Strange. He hoped Dean wasn't angry that he didn't call yesterday. He would have to explain to him when he saw him. There was still no word from Allan and Castiel decided to get his packing done and start looking for a new place. He called a realtor and made arrangements for them to come and look at the flat next week. He went out and got the paper then found a table at the coffee shop and started looking at flats. He wouldn't commit to anything yet but he wanted to be prepared whether he could move in with Dean or not. Dean. He tried calling him again; it was now almost lunch time but there was still no reply.
* * * * *
Dean woke up way past noon with a splitting headache and a foul taste in his mouth. He was lying on his stomach on the sofa, one leg on the floor and an arm dangling over the side. *Oh, God*, he thought. He tried to sit up; that was okay. He tried standing but that was worse. He managed to drag himself upstairs, took a couple of pills for the head and brushed his teeth. Then he got undressed and went to bed where he fell asleep again. He didn't wake up until it was almost five in the afternoon. He was starving. He had to call for pizza because he was in no state to cook. His head was a little better but he took another couple of pills anyway. When the pizza arrived he ate it on the sofa while watching TV. He never ate food on the sofa and he never watched TV while he ate. And he never drank enough to get him drunk. He was ashamed of himself. He decided never to tell Cas any of this. Cas. He checked his messages but there was no word. He decided to go to his flat. Tomorrow, when he would feel human again. He had the address and he wanted a straight answer whether they were going to be together or not. Cas owed him at least that. He went to bed early, still not feeling too good.