Two songs that made me happy while writing this: x & x
Thursday morning, Dean wakes up with morning light falling on his face. He gets out of bed with the slow stiffness that comes with age, that comes with years of hunting and injuries that never quite heal. He dresses in the quiet of late morning, fumbles with boot laces and a wallet, jogs through the Bunker hallways to the garage.
Sam is out running, probably, and Cas is still asleep, probably. They’ve almost settled into a routine here, on the days when they’re not hunting. Sam runs, Dean cooks, Cas sleeps. They eat breakfast together, trade newspapers and look for cases.
Sometimes Charlie stays for a week. Sometimes Garth or Kevin or Jody drops by. Sometimes they go out to a diner in Lebanon. It’s easy.
Dean takes the car, drives to the nearest supermarket for supplies. He picks up a newspaper, then pauses, thumb caught beside the date. There’s something distinctly familiar about that number. September 18. Why does that ring in his mind?
He shrugs it off, folds the paper under his arm and keeps moving. But the whole drive home, the date presses at the back of his mind. He can’t puzzle out.
It’s only when Cas walks into the kitchen, hair wild and eyes sleepy, that Dean gets it. September 18. Oh- oh.
“Happy birthday,” he blurts, before his brain catches up with his tongue.
Cas squints at him. “What are you talking about?”
“Uh,” Dean says. He reaches for the newspaper on the kitchen counter, trips over his own feet. “It’s September 18. You remember?”
It takes a moment – Dean can almost see the cogs behind Cas’s eyes turning, and damn if it isn’t cute – but then Cas gets it too. “Dean Winchester is saved,” he says, and okay, Dean wasn’t expecting that to be his first reaction. “Of course. Today’s the day we met.”
“And your birthday,” Dean adds. “I mean, in this form. You’re six years old, huh? Should we buy you some Hot Wheels or something?”
Cas gives him a look. Dean gets that look a lot. It says, I can’t believe I gave up Heaven for your stupidity. “I was born millennia ago, Dean.”
“Yeah, but it’s not the same. Come on, man, it’s your birthday. What do you want for your birthday breakfast?”
Castiel shakes his head, laughs softly. “Human constructs are weird.” Like he’s still getting used to being one of them.
“Okay, dude, seriously. Pancakes? Bacon? I can do anything.”
“Coffee, to start.” Cas shuffles towards the counter, slides onto one of the stools. Dean stares at the lines of his back for a moment too long, then blinks away and puts a frying pan on the stove for eggs.
He thinks this is what happiness feels like.
Cas watches him cook and makes aimless chatter. The kitchen is bright and golden. Being here, with Cas, makes Dean feel like he’s been transplanted into someone else’s life: someone who gives smiles freely and holds hands with people in the street.
He makes eggs. He makes bacon. He nudges Cas in the ribs and says, “So, birthday boy. Anything special you want to do today? Or anyone?”
Cas laughs, and the laugh sloshes his coffee. “I’ve got a few ideas,” he says.
Dean thinks he might be in love with Cas. He thinks he might have been in love with Cas for six years.
So he leans across the counter and kisses him, just because he can. It’s warm and uneven and very quick.
“Dean,” Cas says, putting a hand over Dean’s heart and pushing back gently. “What are you doing?”
Dean reaches again, curls a hand up in Cas’s wild hair. “Shut up,” he says, “I’m busy kissing you.”
So as you can see, this is my very 1st follow forever. I can’t say starting this blog was the best decision I’ve ever made because obviously I waste most time of my day on this site. But it’s definitely not like I’d regret it. And I can’t believe I’ve already made so many amazing friends and I don’t know what they think about it, but I can say from myself that they’re my friends. Not only my babies I listed down there but also you guys, my followers and to the most of you this goal I’ve reached (btw i’m still not over it) wouldn’t seem that big but to me it is very big. I didn’t expect to make such a great discovery with creating this blog. And you have know idea how much this actually means to me, seriously my hands are shaking so much right now. Also because I didn’t just find some person I like to talk to in you guys, but actually so many beautiful friends I couldn’t imagine my life without today. I could seriously write a whole novel about how excited I am right now but I’m gonna stop right here because I bet you guys already think this text is way too exaggerated (tho personally, I think what I said about you above is still understated).
btw: please excuse the shitty gifset. just don’t even pay attention to it, i’m pretty much still a beginner.
let me know if you’ve changed your url and i’ll change it asap
my babes: (hover over your names + don’t pay attention to the order<3)
if you didn’t make it in this follow forever please don’t be sad. most probable reason is that i couldn’t find you because new urls really suck but that doesn’t mean i don’t love you. you are all awesome people who brighten up my dash.