Falta de tiempo

Lack of time

Dean: (It was a Monday morning and Cas had been keeping me in bed long enough for me to be late for work and lose my patience, I got dressed and with a chaste kiss I said goodbye to my partner)(I got into the Impala thinking that it had been a long time since we had sex, that we were not dating, that I was leaving my Casie for the damn job, I called my boss and told him I was too sick to go to work, this day would be for Cas and me; I went to the flower shop for a bouquet of flowers that Cas loved so much, I wrote a little note and I got on the Impala again and went home, I parked and got off with the bouquet of flowers in one of my hands and a big smile on my face thinking that Cas would put it on when he saw me at home again)

(But what Dean didn't know was what he would find when he walked up the stairs to his room)

Castiel: (A long time ago Dean didn't pay attention to me, he pushed me aside and I felt lonely, many times he left me with the desire because of his work, I hadn't wanted to bother him and tell him that he was leaving me aside because of his work, since he was the only one who worked, until a while ago in one of my memory boxes from when I lived alone I found my old sex toy, it was a pale orange one, before I used it often, but since I had met Dean I hadn't used it again, I pulled down my pajama pants enough to feel comfortable, I prepared myself with my fingers and with some lubricant I introduced the toy, it satisfied me, not enough as Dean would do but it worked, I started moaning low at first and then as the toy got closer to my prostate I moaned louder and louder until I felt the door to the room being opened forcefully)

Dean: (I had come home and heard some pitiful little moans as I walked up the stairs, thinking that something was wrong with Cas, I went upstairs worried that what I was really hearing was Castiel's moans of pleasure, I opened the door with the bouquet of flowers still in my hand and I saw him in the middle of our bed with the toy, the damn toy I hated so much, if your partner uses a toy and even more when it is hidden from you is because he is not satisfied with you, you are not enough for him, the bouquet of flowers fell to the floor and Castiel looked at me)

Castiel: Dean...no...it's not what you think

Dean: I'm looking at you, that's exactly what I think (I said a bit sadly and angrily) this is what you do when I go to work isn't it, you use your toy thinking it's... who knows!?, if I'm not enough for you why didn't you just tell me!?

Castiel: Your job... (I said, pulling up my pants and trying to get closer, seeing the bouquet of flowers on the floor and getting away from me)

Dean: It's not my fault my fucking boss is a son of a bitch who needs me to work every day, it's not my fault he has to work to support us Cas!

Castiel: You don't know what it's like to be home all day just waiting for you to arrive, preparing dinner and never tasting it, that when you arrive at night you don't feel like doing it for sure that's why you stay late in your office, because you stay with your fucking secretary April having sex on your desk all night! (scream at the edge of tears)

Dean: (I loved Castiel and the fact that he thought that had broken something inside of me, April had come on to me countless times and in each of those times I had made it clear to him that I had a person? I turned to leave when he grabbed my arm) Castiel let go of me...

Castiel: No...that's not what I meant..., please don't go (I held on to his waist)

Dean: Enough Castiel, let go of me, this is over, and this time forever (I hit him by making him fall, in anger I went down the stairs taking my things by throwing one or another vase in my path, I heard Castiel screaming at me, I slammed the door and went up to the Impala and accelerated)

Castiel: (I tried to run down the stairs while shouting out his name when I tripped and fell down them hitting my whole body, when I reached the end of these the pieces of glass that were scattered on the floor were buried in my body and in the palms of my hands when I tried to get up, I had blood everywhere, I carefully climbed the stairs until I reached the bathroom to try to heal and clean my wounds, after a while I entered the shower and began to cry cornering myself in this underwater, many times we had fought and always solved it, but this time it had been different. ...ashamed I finished my bath, dried my body, bandaged my wounds and put on clean clothes I tidied up the room as best I could, I picked up the bouquet of flowers and from it a card had fallen "sorry I am not there for you, but today will be a day just for us" ; several hours had passed, I picked up my phone and called you... it rang and rang but nobody answered, I tried three more times and gave up, I went down the stairs and swept the pieces of glass throwing without wanting a picture of us on the floor) De-an... (my voice came out choppy and several tears fell, I knew I had hurt him, I should have talked to him, I took my phone and sent a voice message trying not to have my voice cut off) (I went to the garden to cut some roses hurting my hands in passing, I sat on the stairs in front of the door with the small bouquet of roses in my hands waiting for his arrival, the hours passed and the stars were in the sky, but the sound of impala never reached my ears)