bittersweet ❀ destiel

Chapter 1

Dean's POV

It was just past midnight when I finally walked through the front door of Castiel and I's house that we bought together right after our wedding, slipping off my socks and shoes. I knew I was late coming in, and I knew for a fact that he would surely be pissed off, as he usually is. It was honestly nothing new between the two of us.

I carefully walked into the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as possible. I'm sure Cas would be sleeping right now, and the last thing I wanted to do was wake him up. That would make this entire situation just a million times worse, and I was not in the mood.

As soon as my bare feet hit the cold tile of the kitchen floor, I shivered. I decided against turning any lights on, mostly because I didn't want Cas to come down here, so I just left them off and opened the fridge slowly, trying not to make any noise.

I spotted a water bottle, and reached for it greedily. I felt like I was thirsting to death, so I didn't hesitate to chug the water. Right when I was about to finish the bottle, the lights switched on, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't startle me.

I whirled around and came face to face with my husband, Castiel Winchester, which of course was previously Novak. He was dressed in one of my t shirts and some loose sweatpants, and he was rubbing his eyes. I woke him up.

"Dean?" He yawned, still rubbing his eyes. I placed the water on the counter and walked around the island that was located in our kitchen to the desk we kept against the wall, where we kept random shit. I shrugged off my jacket and placed it around the chair before turning to him, expressionless.

"Hm?" I mumbled, staring into his eyes. He avoided my gaze, looking down, and sighed rather loudly.

"Again, Dean? Really?" He scoffed, walking to the water bottle and finishing off what I didn't. I was almost angry that he took my water, but ignored the feeling because that was just childish.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I stated simply, making my way back into the kitchen. I knew exactly what he was talking about, though. This was the fourth night that I stayed out late, and honestly, I don't know why. I just wasn't in the mood to be around Cas lately. He was always so clingy, and it was beginning to annoy me.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." He stated as I rummaged through the cabinets. I had spent the evening at Benny's house, and for some strange reason we didn't eat. Just like I felt I was going to thirst to death, I also felt like I was going to starve.

"Shouldn't you be in bed or something?" I rolled my eyes, giving up on the cabinets and moving onto the fridge. I bit my lip in annoyance when he laughed bitterly.

"Shouldn't you?" He snapped, leaning against the counter.

"I'm allowed to go out, Cas. I have friends. Just because you don't, it doesn't mean that I can't." I said between gritted teeth. He stayed silent for a few seconds.

The silence didn't last forever though.

"I have friends, Dean. Just because I don't go out with my mine every single night and leave my husband here by himself, it doesn't mean I don't have friends. Whatever, though. I guess they're more important than me." He mumbled, and that really ticked me off.

I slammed the fridge door shut, and it made a loud noise. I didn't mean to slam it that hard, but I didn't exactly regret it. I whirled around, and I knew that me slamming the fridge made him jump by his wide eyed expression.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I swear to god, you're such a drama queen! Not everything has to do with you, ya know?" I snapped, my face flushing in anger.