Cas and Dean have been best friends for ten years, the fact that Cas is a bit in love with the other man a secret he’s kept to himself. However, after having a few too many drinks at the bar, they end up at Cas’s apartment alone. Alone with far too many things between them left unsaid.
Rated M for sexual content.
Cas had known Dean for ten years.
And he’d been in love with him for that long too.
“Happy Birthday,” a voice muttered in Cas’s ear, causing him to turn in his seat. He hadn’t heard Dean come in, but that wasn’t really so surprising. Cas tended to keep his door open all the time, so it was easy for people to sneak up on him. Especially when he was going over a manuscript.
Dean set a cupcake down atop the page he’d been reading, Cas managing to crack a small smile.
“Wow, look at that,” he admired the workmanship of the cake – all flowery and pink with a bee in the center. “Did you do this?”
“Of course,” Dean went back around the desk, sitting down across from Cas before undoing the front button on his suit. “You know me, I’m excellent with frosting and… sprinkles and shit.” Cas cocked a skeptical brow. “I got it down at the bakery. You know I did.”
“Yes, I do,” Cas agreed. “You must have requested the bee though. I didn’t see that through the window.”
“I can be thoughtful,” Dean defended. “I am a poet after all.”
“You haven’t published anything in years.”
“I’ve published plenty of other people’s stuff,” he sniffed. “And just because I haven’t published anything recently doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing. You don’t know me. You don’t know my life.”
“Yeah, okay,” Cas wiped his finger along the top of the pink frosting before sucking it between his lips. “That’s why we lived together for three years. And why I was one of the groomsmen at your wedding. Because I don’t know you.” A painful memory, the wedding, but he wasn’t about to tell Dean that.
“Not a groomsman. You were my second best man, get it right.”
“There isn’t a difference.”
“Sure there is.” They’d had this debate before. “Sam’s my brother, so he had to be my best man. But you’re my best friend, and I didn’t want to choose.”
“So you made up a new position for me.”
“You should be flattered.”
“Oh, I am,” Cas rolled his eyes.
“Nothing I ever do is good enough for you,” Dean shook his head, feigning offense. “Here I am, bringing you a damn cupcake on your birthday, making you my second best man, and I don’t even get a ‘thank you.’ We’ve known each other ten years, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so underappreciated.”
“Oh, my apologies,” Cas said flatly. “Please, let me make it up to you. Would you like that blow job in my office or yours?”
“Aw, you know me so well,” Dean grinned, winking. “That’s okay though, I’ve got assistants for that kind of dirty work. Besides, it is your birthday. If anyone should be getting blow jobs, it’s you.”
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