It was a sunday and Dean had just come from a stock hunt, he walked over the dry earth covered with the leaves of the fall, It was mid October and the wind was picking. He walked firm and determined steps toward the little chapel, the real reason why they had picked this place. That, on the other hand he would never admit to the boys on the shank-squad. Dean knew how much it had meant to Cas, and had been certain would be the only thing that would keep Castiel's sanity in check. Although he would never know how it would have been if the chapel hadn't been there he was grateful that it had. he walked up the three marble steps to the big oak door of the chapel and softly pushed the door open. He heard quiet murmurs of someone praying. It was Chuck, Dean made his way over to him and knelt down beside and listened to the remainders on Chuck's prayers. A few minutes later Chuck opened his eyes and glanced over at his commander in chief. Dean rose to his feet and Chuck followed.
"Is it bad news, please don't let it be bad news, the families over at Green Valley Road are running very low on resources and nobody over at this side, nor the others has nothing to spare" Chuck said anxiously. Chuck was always anxious these days, well years, and nobody could blame him, he was head of supplies and so he felt responsible of everyone. Dean, of course was the leader, president, king- he didn't really want to label it, to put it simply, he was in charge. But Dean had been raised as a caretaker so it came more naturally to him than some others.
"We got most, but we couldn't find any toilet paper-" Chuck made himself ready to jump in but Dean raised his hand to calm him "and I know how low we are on that, but we are going into Aspermont tomorrow and we will take a full run just on that" Dean said and laid his hand on Chuck's shoulder. Chuck visibly relieved. Dean continued "Now, the guys are outside unloading the truck, so you can go to them and do a count." "Yes, sir, right away" Dean removed his hand from his shoulder and made his way to the door, but turned around at Chuck who was gathering his Jacket from the ground. " and Chuck, take some of the canned peaches over to Bobby's, It's his birthday tomorrow and he is all out" Dean turned and walked out to the unwelcoming cold.
Dean then faced a busy day, not very different to any other day. Mostly preparations for winter, it was a bit soon, but the were really preparing for winter all year round, even in the winter they were preparing for next winter. It was a hard life, but the thought in Dean's head was just generally you reap what you sow.
Sometimes Dean would just feel helpless and almost crack under the pressure of everything. The apocalypse was no walk in the park, that was for sure. But Cas would usually see what was going through Dean's head and he would always make Dean see the light in the dark. It was not always easy, especially given the fact that Cas was often almost to broken to face anyone.
Dean and Cas had always been best friends, but these last few years had built something between them that would never break. They were each others rock and harbor. They would often spend many hours just sitting in silence, going over game plan or doing a crossword of a 5 year old newspaper they had found on some supply run. It was a silent trust, a bond between them that could never be cut. So when either of them was feeling especially bad they would just come into the others hut and sit with the other in silence, the other not questioning.