Torturous Affairs

Chapter Three

Dean held Daphne in a body bag as he opened the back door to Cas' home. The door was unlocked. He walked inside and looked through a few doors until he found the basement. He took her downstairs and pulled her body out of the bag and put her in the corner of the murky room, behind stacked boxes.
He walked upstairs and heard the front door start to open. He ran out the back door and shut the door behind him. He continued running until he reached his car. Castiel stood at the doorway, "Detective, is that you?"
Dean turned around, "Hello, Castiel!"
Castiel said, "Uh come on in, I was just going to start on dinner. You're just a little early."
Dean started walking up to the door, "Isn't it a little early to be eating dinner?"
Castiel shook his head, "Alfie likes to eat earlier everyday and I always eat at the same time as him."
Dean walked into the house with him. Castiel offered, "Would you like something to drink?"
"Scotch," Dean said flatly while looking around the house. Castiel began pouring two glasses and asked Dean, "So you met my fiancé? Was she flirtatious?"
Dean inspected the room while talking, "She reminded me of a call-girl, a hotsy-totsy, but she wasn't pleasing, just very flirtatious. She tried to go home with me."
Castiel stared at him in disbelief, "Did she really? My fiancé? The mother of my child?"
Dean nodded, "I couldn't believe it either and she never mentioned having a child."
Castiel choked on the scotch he was drinking, "She didn't?!"
Dean continued looking around the room for "clues." He spoke, "I know. What kind of person would even do that?"
The baby began crying and Castiel held him in his arms as he walked into the kitchen to start on dinner. He set Alfie in his high chair. Dean followed him into the kitchen. Castiel said, "I feel awful talking about her like this. She is the love of my life."
Dean sat down at the table and said honestly, "I don't really believe love is real. It's bad news. It's a complete hoax."
Castiel was cutting vegetables and asked, "Who broke your heart to think that?"
Dean watched Castiel and said, "I suppose it was my father."
Castiel turned to look at him, "Your father?"
"He beat my brother and I to near death while we were growing up. He even killed my mother," Dean spoke.
Castiel cover his mouth in shock, "I'm so sorry, detective."
Dean shrugged, "What are you gonna do? But you can call me Dean."
Castiel returned to cooking, "I know what you mean now. I probably don't truly love her after she cheated on me, but there's a part of me that does. We created a life together. Maybe I'm just being foolish."
Dean walked over to him, "Don't beat yourself up about it, Cas. Who am I to say love doesn't exist? I have just never experienced it yet and I don't think I ever will."
Castiel turned to look into Dean's green eyes. They were only a foot away from each other. He said, "Dean, you're a very successful, charming, dreamboat." Dean blushed a little. Castiel continued, "You have plenty of time to find love."
Dean looked down, "Maybe or maybe my time is running out."
Castiel flipped some vegetables inside the pan with seasonings. He clenched Dean's arm, "Love has no expiration date. You'll find it, Dean. Just give it time."
Dean looked down at Castiel's hand touching him, causing Castiel to immediately let go. Castiel stated, "Take a seat for dinner."
Dean shook his head, "I don't mean to impose."
"Please, I insist. I haven't had dinner with someone in a long time. Daphne is always out at night, so it's just Alfie and I," Castiel sighed, while setting down two stir fry plates for the two of them. Dean watched Castiel go to a cabinet to pull out baby food. Dean commented, "That doesn't sound like a healthy relationship."
Castiel sat down, "You're right. What was I thinking? I almost want to give up the search."
Dean said, "That reminds me. I'll continue searching the home after dinner."
Castiel struggled to open the baby food jar. Dean snatched it from his hands and opened it for him with ease. Castiel smiled, "Thank you."
Castiel started feeding Alfie. He said, "Hey, Dean, why don't you turn on my record player? It's in that room," Castiel pointed to a doorway.
Dean walked into what looked like a study or office. He immediately saw the record player with a shelf above it containing every song released by Frank Sinatra. Dean smiled and yelled to the other room, "You're a Sinatra fan?!"
Castiel walked into the room, "A big one."
Dean exclaimed, "Beat me daddy eight to the bar!"
Castiel chuckled, "Pick a song to play."
Dean ran his finger along the records. He picked a song called Yours Is My Heart Alone. Castiel smiled, "Good choice."
They both walked back into the kitchen to eat. Castiel attempted to make conversation, "So you're a gumshoe. What's that like?"
Dean didn't even correct him of the actual term, "It's a bland job to have."
Their forks clinked against the plates. Castiel asked, "How is it bland? You're running the biggest case in all of Kansas!"
Dean shrugged, "I can't do my job with The Demon's methods of secrecy."
Castiel nodded, "No one has ever seen him. I imagine him resembling a monster with black eyes and uh-a hunched back! I feel like he kills because of something scarring that happened in his life."
Dean cut in while looking down at his meal about to take a bite, "Or he kills because he enjoys watching a person die as the blood streams from their body."
Castiel stared at him, "That might be true too. I wonder how he does it without anyone knowing."
Dean looked up at him, "I have no idea. He's nuts."
Castiel shook his head, "No, he's a genius."
Dean smiled a little. Castiel said, "Daphne's not coming back. Maybe I should just face those facts."
Dean reached across the table and placed his hand on Castiel's, "She's the love of your life, right?"
Castiel looked down at Dean's hand touching his and back up at Dean, "Maybe she really isn't the love of my life? The whole reason we are even getting married is because we had a child together."
Dean let go of him to continue eating. He shoved a mouthful of food into his mouth, "Just because she's the mother of your youth, doesn't mean she's the love of your life. Look at my father, he killed my mother. He obviously didn't love her."
Castiel asked, "Did he ever get put in the joint?"
Dean shook his head, "My father was a mad man. He was never caught. The only real witness was me and he threatened to bump me off if I ever spoke a word of it. Now that he's dead I feel free, as if I can finally live in peace."
Castiel spoke, "You don't believe in love because your father never showed you any and your mother died too late to show you."
Dean looked down, "My mother was compassionate and died trying to protect my brother and I. The only thing that could've made me believe in love died long ago."
Castiel was about to speak, but Dean cut him off by coughing, "I should really start heading home. You know where to find me if you need me for anything else regarding the case."
With that Dean left Castiel. Castiel felt as if he said something wrong. He watched Dean leave his house, wondering if they'd ever meet again or if Dean would ever want to even see him again.