The first thing Dean did when he walked into the bunker was take off his shoes and place them neatly onto the little rack Sam had bought. He was so relieved that Sammy had finally started to unpack and settle in. Finally calling this little slice of heaven home.
Dean knew it was hard, Sam didn't have the memories that he did. No matter how vague they might be. Of having a home, being loved, feeling safe. Dean had done his best to give him that, but moving to different motels in different parts of the country on a weekly basis didn't exactly nourish a child's mental health.
Dean slowly pulled back and forth on the knot on his tie, happy to finally be getting out of the monkey suit he had been forced to wear for the past week.
This case had taken a bit of a toll on him and he knew it. He could feel every single scrape and bruise on his body. Poltergeists weren't anything to be afraid of, at least not for Sam and Dean, not anymore. But they sure can pack a punch!
While trying to rub some of the knots out of his shoulder dean finished changing into a much more comfortable old acdc t-shirt and his favorite blue boxer briefs. There is no need for pants. Sam wasn't due home for another few days at least. He thought he had a case down in Louisiana and decided to go it alone, giving dean some off time.
That's something they did now, take time to themselves. After Sam almost died in the trials and Dean with the mark they just decided it wasn't worth it to not live a real life. Dean had gone through so much to get rid of that damned mark. Now that it was finally gone and he was himself again he was just trying to amend all of the suffering he caused and forgive himself. It hasn't been easy by any means, but dean finally felt that he was at a place of acceptance with everything that had happened.
The kitchen was one of his favorite parts of the bunker, second only to his room. As he started taking out the few things that he needed to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich he couldn't help but chuckle a little and think of Cas and how much he missed peanut butter.
Ah Cas, his friend, his angel, his protector. Dean had only recently started to realize just how much Cas had given up for him. How many times he risked his life for him. Though he knew that the angel was busy in heaven, trying to help the other angels get everything back in order, he decided to send Cas a prayer just to let him know he still had friends here on the ground in case he needed a break.
'Hey Cas, hope everything is goin' okay up there buddy. Sammys huntin' and I'm just by myself eating your favorite food, made me think of you. Anyways, stop by anytime, don't be a stranger. We miss ya.' Dean sighed as he took another bite. He really did miss him. It had only been a couple of weeks since he got his true grace back, got his wings back. And he hasn't even been by since he stopped in to let them know what happened. Dean knew that he couldn't blame Cas. He had a duty to heaven and the angels. He knew that it was irrational how much he missed his friend but he couldn't help it.
"Hello Dean" said an oh so familiar voice, startling dean right out of his chair.
"Cas! What are you doing here? Is everything okay?"
"Dean, you literally just prayed for me asking me to stop by. So here I am." Cas said with a squint.
"Oh yeah, huh so how's it goin' up there in the clouds?" Dean chuckled.
"How many times do I have to explain to you that heaven is not in the clouds it is another dimens..."
"Okay okay okay, I'm sorry I know. I'm just messin' with ya man." Dean interrupted quickly. "I was about to start a movie. You wanna watch it with me?" Dean looked down at his hands quickly. He didn't want Cas to see the pain that he knew would show in his eyes when cas undoubtedly declines his offer.
But just as Dean's chin falls to his chest, he realizes he is still just in his boxer briefs and worn tee. He was suddenly so unsure of how to act. Hell, this is just Cas, there is no reason to be acting like this.
Castiel had never seen Dean like this so unsure of himself and flushed. He had no idea what was wrong with his human.
