12x15 Coda: Heaven Doesn’t Come With Keys
After meeting with the angels, Cas thinks about his wings. Dean decides he wants to see. 12x15 coda, destiel, 1.2k
They can all see.
Castiel tucks his tattered wings more closely to his back. One flutters uneasily as someone brushes by; he hasn’t had so many people close to them in a long time. He doesn’t miss how Kelvin’s eyes rove over them. How no one quite looks him in the eyes because they’re more focused on the shredded feathers sticking out every which way.
Later, that’s all he can think about.
Cas lets himself into the bunker, some of the hollow feeling in his chest easing at the glide of the key in the lock. Heaven doesn’t come with keys. Doesn’t come with something to confirm that he belongs there.
“You’re home early,” Dean says as he walks into the war room, carrying a stack of books.
When he sets them down on the map table, a small puff of dust rises up. He glares at them, as if they’ve personally set out to offend him with dirt in his bunker. Cas swallows the lump in his throat at the word home.
“I lost Kelly’s trail.”
Dean doesn’t look disappointed. “We’ll find her eventually.” Then, “Want a burger? I’m about to start dinner.”
Heaven doesn’t have burgers, either. Cas follows him obediently into the kitchen. When he begins to roll up his sleeves to help, Dean pushes him gently on to one of the benches at the table.
“You’re quiet,” Dean notes. He shoots Cas a smirk. “I mean, not your normal sort of quiet.”
Cas looks down at his hands, clasped on top of the table, before he speaks. “I was approached by an angel. Joshua wants me back in Heaven.”
Dean stops right in the middle of shaping his second patty. “Joshua. As in the gardener guy?”
Haltingly, he begins to shape the patty again, using a little more force than strictly necessary, not quite looking at Cas. A long few moments go by as he sets the patties down one beside the other. Then he moves to chop up some onions and tomatoes. (“Sammy always wants something green,” he’d told Cas once.)
“Are you going to? Go back, I mean?”
Dean says it casually, but Cas can tell by the fact that he’s stalled right in the middle of putting the onions on his burger that he’s more affected than he’s letting on.