First Argument (Dean/Cas)
Title: First Argument
Rating: PG-13
Length: 800 words
Summary: Dean and Cas have their first argument. AU, established relationship.
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It starts over something insignificant.
“You didn’t do the vacuuming,” Cas says one evening, while Dean is sat in front of the TV, unwinding after a long, stressful shift at The Roadhouse. “In the bedroom. I thought you were going to do it.”
“I forgot,” Dean says, trying to find the energy to even think straight. “I’ll do it tomorrow.”
“What about my car? Did you get a chance to take a look at it? I don’t want to rush you but-”
“Shit,” Dean says, running a hand over his forehead. “Yeah, babe. I’ll do it. I’m working again tomorrow, but-”
“Tomorrow?” Cas asks. He’s standing in the doorway to the kitchen, frowning at him. “I thought we were going to spend the day together tomorrow? I was going to take a break from studying. We planned this last week, Dean.”
Dean mutes the TV and turns to him, offers a little shrug as if to say this is out of my hands.“I promised Jo I’d help her out. It’s been really busy these last couple of weeks.”
There’s a pause.”You’ve been seeing Jo a lot, recently.”
Dean gives Cas an incredulous look and tries to keep his tone as reasonable as possible as he says, “That’s because I’ve been working more, Cas.”
“Is there something you need to tell me, Dean?”
Dean gets up off the couch and walks across the room, stopping in front of his boyfriend with a shake of his head. “What are you trying to say? Do you honestly think I would fuck Jo?”
Cas’ eyes narrow. He looks tired, his hair a tousled mess on the top of his head, and there are dark shadows beneath his eyes. Dean almost feels bad arguing with him when he looks like he’s about to fall asleep on his feet, until he says, “I didn’t say anything about fucking her. Are you-”
“Shut up, Cas,” Dean says. “Don’t you fucking dare suggest I would cheat on you.”
They’re close now, only inches away, and if it weren’t for the rage that Dean feels boiling beneath his skin he’d press his mouth against Cas’, where his lips are pink and bitten.
“Maybe if you spent some time with me, I wouldn’t have to wonder.”
“Well maybe if you got a job and didn’t sit on your pretty little ass all day I wouldn’t have to work so much!”
There’s a tense lull in the conversation before Cas is brushing past him and storming towards the door, letting it slam behind him. Dean’s left standing in the middle of the room, not sure what happened other than he’s definitely fucked it up this time.
***
The next day Dean calls Sam before work to ask him how he’s doing, to ask him about Jess, but they both know there’s a hidden agenda behind it, and Sam doesn’t make him suffer any longer.
“Cas came over last night,” he says, getting to the point of the conversation. “He said you two had a fight.”
Dean considers for a moment before he says, “We both said some shit we didn’t mean.”
Sam hmm’s non-commitingly on the other end, and Dean knows Cas must have already told him what happened.
“Is he… is he okay?”
“Yeah,” Sam says. “I think he’s coming home tonight.”
Dean lets out a relieved breath. “Good.”
“Don’t screw this up, Dean,” Sam says.
Dean huffs a small, self-deprecating laugh. “I won’t.”
He’s going to fix this.
***
Dean cancels his afternoon shift and gets home early that evening to make dinner. He makes Cas’ favorite, sets the table, and gets some beer out of the fridge.
At just after six Cas walks through the door, looking miserable. Dean’s in his best jeans and his favorite t-shirt, and Cas looks sheepish as he slips off his shoes and puts his keys on the coffee table.
“I’m sorry,” Cas murmurs, quietly. “I didn’t mean what I said. I didn’t mean to snap at you, and I’ve been stressed with exams, and I know you’re not- with Jo and-”
“Hey,” Dean interrupts, not sure he can stand there and watch Cas get himself so worked up. He’s purposefully avoiding eye contact, looking everywhere but at Dean, and Dean cups his face and gently strokes his thumb over his cheek.
Cas’ eyes flick towards Dean and Dean smiles at him. He leans forward and presses a tender kiss against Cas’ forehead. “It’s okay,” he says. “I know.”
Dean pulls back and Cas is smiling. It’s small and fragile, but Dean smiles back, and it widens before Cas is wrapping his arms around Dean’s chest and nuzzling his face against Dean’s neck.
“I’m sorry too, Cas,” Dean says, and Cas kisses the side of his neck, sighing contentedly.
“I don’t like arguing,” he says.
Dean chuckles and Cas pulls back, lacing their fingers together.
“Neither do I. Let’s not do it again.”
Cas grins at him. “Okay.”
They share a slow kiss and sit down together to eat dinner, ankles knocking beneath the table and soft smiles on their faces.
Rating: PG-13
Length: 800 words
Summary: Dean and Cas have their first argument. AU, established relationship.
(View in light format)
It starts over something insignificant.
“You didn’t do the vacuuming,” Cas says one evening, while Dean is sat in front of the TV, unwinding after a long, stressful shift at The Roadhouse. “In the bedroom. I thought you were going to do it.”
“I forgot,” Dean says, trying to find the energy to even think straight. “I’ll do it tomorrow.”
“What about my car? Did you get a chance to take a look at it? I don’t want to rush you but-”
“Shit,” Dean says, running a hand over his forehead. “Yeah, babe. I’ll do it. I’m working again tomorrow, but-”
“Tomorrow?” Cas asks. He’s standing in the doorway to the kitchen, frowning at him. “I thought we were going to spend the day together tomorrow? I was going to take a break from studying. We planned this last week, Dean.”
Dean mutes the TV and turns to him, offers a little shrug as if to say this is out of my hands.“I promised Jo I’d help her out. It’s been really busy these last couple of weeks.”
There’s a pause.”You’ve been seeing Jo a lot, recently.”
Dean gives Cas an incredulous look and tries to keep his tone as reasonable as possible as he says, “That’s because I’ve been working more, Cas.”
“Is there something you need to tell me, Dean?”
Dean gets up off the couch and walks across the room, stopping in front of his boyfriend with a shake of his head. “What are you trying to say? Do you honestly think I would fuck Jo?”
Cas’ eyes narrow. He looks tired, his hair a tousled mess on the top of his head, and there are dark shadows beneath his eyes. Dean almost feels bad arguing with him when he looks like he’s about to fall asleep on his feet, until he says, “I didn’t say anything about fucking her. Are you-”
“Shut up, Cas,” Dean says. “Don’t you fucking dare suggest I would cheat on you.”
They’re close now, only inches away, and if it weren’t for the rage that Dean feels boiling beneath his skin he’d press his mouth against Cas’, where his lips are pink and bitten.
“Maybe if you spent some time with me, I wouldn’t have to wonder.”
“Well maybe if you got a job and didn’t sit on your pretty little ass all day I wouldn’t have to work so much!”
There’s a tense lull in the conversation before Cas is brushing past him and storming towards the door, letting it slam behind him. Dean’s left standing in the middle of the room, not sure what happened other than he’s definitely fucked it up this time.
***
The next day Dean calls Sam before work to ask him how he’s doing, to ask him about Jess, but they both know there’s a hidden agenda behind it, and Sam doesn’t make him suffer any longer.
“Cas came over last night,” he says, getting to the point of the conversation. “He said you two had a fight.”
Dean considers for a moment before he says, “We both said some shit we didn’t mean.”
Sam hmm’s non-commitingly on the other end, and Dean knows Cas must have already told him what happened.
“Is he… is he okay?”
“Yeah,” Sam says. “I think he’s coming home tonight.”
Dean lets out a relieved breath. “Good.”
“Don’t screw this up, Dean,” Sam says.
Dean huffs a small, self-deprecating laugh. “I won’t.”
He’s going to fix this.
***
Dean cancels his afternoon shift and gets home early that evening to make dinner. He makes Cas’ favorite, sets the table, and gets some beer out of the fridge.
At just after six Cas walks through the door, looking miserable. Dean’s in his best jeans and his favorite t-shirt, and Cas looks sheepish as he slips off his shoes and puts his keys on the coffee table.
“I’m sorry,” Cas murmurs, quietly. “I didn’t mean what I said. I didn’t mean to snap at you, and I’ve been stressed with exams, and I know you’re not- with Jo and-”
“Hey,” Dean interrupts, not sure he can stand there and watch Cas get himself so worked up. He’s purposefully avoiding eye contact, looking everywhere but at Dean, and Dean cups his face and gently strokes his thumb over his cheek.
Cas’ eyes flick towards Dean and Dean smiles at him. He leans forward and presses a tender kiss against Cas’ forehead. “It’s okay,” he says. “I know.”
Dean pulls back and Cas is smiling. It’s small and fragile, but Dean smiles back, and it widens before Cas is wrapping his arms around Dean’s chest and nuzzling his face against Dean’s neck.
“I’m sorry too, Cas,” Dean says, and Cas kisses the side of his neck, sighing contentedly.
“I don’t like arguing,” he says.
Dean chuckles and Cas pulls back, lacing their fingers together.
“Neither do I. Let’s not do it again.”
Cas grins at him. “Okay.”
They share a slow kiss and sit down together to eat dinner, ankles knocking beneath the table and soft smiles on their faces.