When Dean and Cas finally get together, Balthazar is ROLLING in it from all the bets he made. (Balthazar is definitely not dead. Nope.) On the other hand, when a month goes by and they haven't had sex, he has to pay up, and he is VERY miffed by the degree to which cuddling eclipses carnality in their relationship.
Balthazar thought for certain they’d be going at it like bunnies.
In the bedroom, up against a wall, on the kitchen table, in the shower, in any dark corner… really, the opportunities they had were endless. Surely they should have (repeatedly and blissfully) consummated their relationship dozens of times before the month was out. (Hell, Balthazar had figured on consummation immediately following the declarations of love.)
But after a month goes by… nothing. Balthazar would assume that they were just waiting, that sex was just over the horizon but imminent, but…
Dean and Cas seemed so settled. They’d skipped the newlywed ‘tear-each-other’s-clothes-off’ phase and gone right to 'married-for-thirty-years-cuddles’ phase. There was no build of erotic tension. There were no makeout sessions that got carried away until one of them called a blushing halt to the proceedings.
There was plenty of kissing, at least. The kind two people share just for the joy of being together and being able to lock lips, not the kind that led anywhere.
Balthazar is half-tempted to fly down there and demand an explanation for the lack of sex going on, but the expressions his beloved brother makes stop him.
Cas is, for once, completely and uncomplicatedly happy. He doesn’t seem to be missing anything or longing for something; he certainly doesn’t seem to feel his love life is lacking.
And if Balthazar is being honest… Cas has always been something of an odd duck, and when he really thinks about it, the idea of Cas engaging in carnality is even stranger than the idea of Cas not.
So he pays out the money he owes, grumbling about the wealth lost, but secretly?
He’s happy for Cas.