at the bunker. Sam, Dean, Cas, and Mary, all of them happily chatting while
they’re enjoying their food, meanwhile Cas appreciating his mug of freshly
brewed coffee as he watches them fondly.
Then once they
are all ready to start the day, Sam leaving for his morning jog, Cas leaving to
check out a possible lead on Lucifer, which leaves Dean and Mary.
staring at Dean once they’re alone, slack jawed, eyes wide, a silent “oh” falling from her lips.
raising his eyebrows at her, not sure what she’s getting at, and asking
“What? Is something wrong, mom?”
taking a deep breath before shaking her head, her face gradually melting into a
knowing smile. “No, it’s just, I only realized just now… You and Castiel,
the way he looks at you… That’s the
exact same way your father always looked at me. I know that times have
changed, you could’ve honestly told me about the two of you.”
followed by Dean nearly choking on his last bite of leftover food, his cheeks
on fire, because they’re not dating, thank you very much.
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Dean wanders back upstairs around 2pm, wiping the grease off his hands with a rag as he follows the sound of voices floating gently down the corridor. The Impala is in near tip-top shape again after their daring rescue mission - Dean’s ironed out all of the kinks and replaced the parts that he couldn’t salvage on his own. Now, officially, every member of the Winchester family is safe and sound at home.
Sam’s yammering with Jody about a possible case on a Skype call that’s mostly dissolved into a playful battle of wits, Mom is doodling in the margins of a blank journal at the other end of the table…
And Castiel is right where he said he’d be when Dean went to bed last night: reclined in an arm chair, clicking away on his tablet.
Something that had been coiled tight and anxious in the pit of him unravels, and he nearly breathes a sigh of relief. He saunters over and twists the rag around tight in his hands.
“Hey,” he says, totally casual. “Whatcha doin’?”
Castiel looks up at him and smiles a little. He’s got the same light in his eyes now that he had when he first found Dean alive at the bottom of the stairs. “I’m playing Claire in Words with Friends. She’s ahead by 53 points.”
Dean beams. “Atta girl. You been playing all day? Did you guys eat?”
Castiel shakes his head. “I helped Sam change his bandages this morning while you were in the garage.” Dean is about to ask, but Castiel beats him to it with, “Everything looks fine. He’s almost completely healed.”
Dean nods. “Thanks, man. I know you’re still kind of hurting, so I appreciate you using what little grace you’ve got to spare on Sam.”
With a shrug, Castiel readjusts his position in the chair. He winces when he twinges his neck right at the place where Ms. Watt knocked him with her brass knuckles. “Sam’s injuries were severe. I was happy to do it,” he dismisses.
Dean nods again. “Great. Well. No news is good news, right?”
He reaches forward to clap Cas on the shoulder and walk away, but Castiel tilts his head before he can get there. “Actually, there was something in my email this morning.”
Dean reels. “Since when do you have email?” he demands. “What is it, firstname.lastname@example.org?”
Cas ignores him. “We’ve been invited to a wedding.”
But instead, we become this. The only thing I think we have left, Dean and me, is each other. If Dean says it’s time to go out in a blaze of glory, win or lose, so be it. I’m in. But then… that’s just how I roll.
“Um-I don’t understand.” Cas squinted at the card in his
hand. “I am supposed to give you hints as to what this word is?”
“Yeah. For the millionth time.” Dean’s eyes rolled as he
slung an arm around the angel’s shoulder and peered over his shoulder at the
card. “This one isn’t that hard.”
Mary and Sam, both seated opposite of Dean and Cas, both
smiled softly at the determination the angel was channeling to play this game.
The night had started with beers and dinner and currently was ending with some
card games. Dean had bought the games a few weeks ago when Mary first came back
to them. With some beers in their systems they thought it was a good idea.
“Okay… It is one word. It is an acronym that is popular with
the youth and texting.” Cas peered over the card to see if his clues were at
Mary’s face was scrunched up in confusion but Sam was
grinning like an idiot. Dean gave Cas a little firmer of a sidehug and kissed
his temple. “You’re doing great, baby.”
The silence from his teammates wore on so Cas cleared his
throat to continue. “Sometimes when Dean tells me an amusing joke while away
for a hunt I send this to him to express how funny it is to me and to
demonstrate my reaction to the joke.”
Mary’s eyebrow rose as she gave her youngest son a side
glance. “Am I supposed to understand this?”
Sam chuckled which was followed by Dean’s. “Nah, mom. Little
after your time. But it’s ‘LOL’.”
Cas glared at Sam as he dropped the card. “You knew all
along, didn’t you?”
The three of them laughed, Cas couldn’t help but join in,
and soon more beers were retrieved from the fridge. They passed the cards
around and kept each other laughing even though they knew tomorrow was gonna
change their lives. They knew each day brought more monsters and nightmares. A
hunt was over every horizon but tonight it was just them.
Sam and Dean tied for first, having the most cards, while
Mary and Cas were blown out of the water. Not that they minded. Every time the
mother and angel caught the brothers laughing they couldn’t care less how low
their score was.
And when everyone was crawling into bed, Mary whispered to
the dark that an angel was watching over them. Sam closed his eyes with a goofy
smile and replayed the night’s events over and over until sleep took over his
And Dean… Dean sang ‘Hey Jude’ to himself while he cuddled
deeply against his angel’s chest. Cas listened to the song while pressing
kisses to Dean’s head every now and then.
For once in a very long time… everyone felt like they were