419 Maple Street
Prologue
It was the Spring of 2014. There had been no apocalypse. No Croatoan virus. The Winchesters and company had closed off both heaven and hell. There were no more demons and no more angels except Cas, and he had given up his grace to stay behind. It was just humanity on their own for the first time since their creation. The Winchesters decided they could stand to take a break from the life. Things would be slow from now on, just run of the mill monsters. Other hunters could take care of it, both Kevin and Garth had their numbers in case something big turned up. They would keep in contact, they could do research, ease into weekend hunts before giving it up all together.
During a stay in another skuzzy hotel room in Nowhereville USA, Sam tacked a map to the wall, spun around three times, and stuck a pin into it. His pin landed in Thorp, Wisconsin. The next day Sam, and Dean, and newly human Castiel packed up their meager belongings and left.
Everything was blue and everything was bright on Maple street. Blue and bright like a child's drawing where the sky came all the way down to meet the crayola green grass. A man was pushing his son on a bicycle, the newly removed training wheels glinting on the lawn.
Dean was straddling the roof of a mint green, one story house. In one hand was a staple gun, in the other a can of beer. A small battery-powered radio, sitting on the chimney, played tinny rock music while he stapled roof tiles in place.
The house had two bathrooms and two bedrooms. One of the bedrooms had immediately been transformed into an office, basically a room for all their books on demonology, one large desk, and an old desktop that Cas used to look up cat videos on the internet. The other had been stuffed with the biggest bed money could buy, the Winchester warehouse of flannels shirts, denim in various states of wear, novelty boxers favored by a certain exangel (Hearts, superheros, sports team logos), and exactly eight and one half pairs of socks.(The half pair was one of Castiel's hand knitted socks and no one had the heart to throw it out.)
The house also had a large sun-lit kitchen, where Sam was currently finishing unpacking new pots and pans while stirring a large pot of chilli. Just off the kitchen was a small dining room with a beautiful, shiny, oak table and four chairs. And beyond that was the long living room with a giant(And possibly illegally gained) television, one over stuffed armchair with a touchy footrest release pedal, and a set of matching blue plaid couch and love seat.
While Sam made chilli, Cas split his time evenly between folding clean laundry off the line and making sure Dean hadn't fallen off the roof. He shaded his eyes from the late afternoon sun and squinted up at the roof. Dean set down his staple gun and waved to him.
When they had bought the house, it was the very beginning of Spring. The trio had peeled wallpaper, fixed a leaky faucet, and rehung a hanging window shutter. The next day, Dean would borrow Sam's truck to haul lumber and paint. He promised Cas that he would eventually build him a gazebo. But that was for later. Right now all he wanted to do was eat a big bowl of Sam's chilli, watch some football in his armchair, the finally crawl into bed where he could be close to his two favorite people.