This is just something I felt needed to be written after watching Hunteri Heroici... After writing it I vaguely remembered seeing either a prompt or a fic or something with a similar-ish premise on tumblr, so I just want to say that this isn't me stealing your idea or anything like that, I promise. I had completely forgotten about seeing that post until after I'd written this. If anyone sees this and feels it's very similar/too similar to their premise, then please just let me know and I can either take it down or credit you with having had the idea. I hope you like, and if you do, chucking a review in my direction would be very much appreciated ^_^
Cas pushed Dean's wheelchair over to the window of his room of the nursing home. Demon traps and other varied sigils decorated the walls, despite the nurses' frequent protestations. The angel, looking exactly the same as he ever had – bright blue eyes and hair in a state of permanent disarray – let a tiny smile creep onto his lips as he gently pushed the room's armchair to stand beside the wheelchair. He sat down lightly, and glanced over to the retired hunter. His hair dappled white and grey, wrinkles lined his cheeks and forehead. Green eyes, though seemingly absorbed somewhere far away, still held what Cas had come to know and love. Pushing away all the other wavelengths clouding his brain, Castiel let Dean's mind take over and the room was filled with the rough cords of some rock band he didn't know. A sensation of contentment filtered through the music, and Cas let himself smile fully, his face and body relaxing in a way that was rare, and returned his gaze to the view out of the window. He reached a hand over to lightly rest over Dean's, and waited.
oOoOoOo
Dean opened his eyes. Everything appeared in a crisp clarity that he hadn't experienced in what felt like a lifetime, but the colours seemed… off. Brighter than normal with just a hint more neon. Standing up from where he was sitting on the ground, he glanced down at himself, and was vaguely surprised to note he was wearing familiar worn-in jeans and a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Raising an arm and running his fingers through his hair, he let the feeling of energy sink in. Youth. With a brief pause of hesitation, he let the hand locked in his hair stray down to his face, cautiously running it over his brow and cheekbones, and feeling smooth, unmarked skin. He raised his eyebrows with a small crooked grin. This… this was more like it. Looking around, Dean saw a familiar figure clad in a trench coat staring at him like a long lost partner, with whom he'd finally been reunited. He walked over to him, smiling down at the grass beneath his feet, and then up at Cas through his eyelashes. Their eyes met, and Dean felt a swooping feeling in his chest, that he was sure had nothing to do with his recent jaunt to heaven.
"Hey Cas."
"Hello Dean."
The angel gripped his forearm and simply gazed into his eyes, trying to convey an endless string of thoughts and emotion. Dean laughed lightly, breaking their eye contact, only to find himself unable to look away for too long and glance up again.
"So… You gonna show me around, then?"
Cas blinked and smiled, cocking his head in a familiar and warm action.
"Of course."