Castiel is sat at the table in the bunker, he’s content to just sit there but traces a finger over the wood grain until it drifts towards the initials Sam and Dean have carved into the table. It’s rough against his fingers but he keeps going until his finger hits the last section of Dean’s initials. He stops and just kinda looks at them, they’re seemingly insignificant to anyone who doesn’t know the Winchester brothers, but Castiel knows just how much those carved initials mean.
A smile turns the corner of his lips and he flexes his fingers before drawing his and away. The sound of metal sliding against wood comes towards him and Castiel glances up. Dean’s knife is facing him just inches away and he looks up at Dean who’s looking at him fondly. He doesn’t say anything, but he gives him a curt nod.
Knife in hand, Castiel hesitates. He feels like he shouldn’t be doing this. That is until words, years old, come to him. We’re family… Dean’s words while Castiel towers over him, breaking.
We’re family. The knife digs into the table and it takes a little force to form a squared off C. It doesn’t match Sam and Dean’s, he hasn’t got a last name so he just leaves it and puts the knife down. It’s only moments though, before he picks it up again and carves an identical W into the wood.
He smiles. It’s right, it feels right. When he looks over at Dean again, he’s still got that fond look on his face before he returns to his book.
Sam walks by and, peeking at his handiwork, pats him on the shoulder.
you should definitely talk about size differential!kink bc absolutely same