Nesting

A/N: Because I'm in love with the Batcave. And because Sam and Dean are absolutely adorable this season. And because I'm wondering WHATTHEHELL happened to Castiel.

Dean was settling down, just about as happy as Sam had ever seen him, and it was A Good Thing. First, because if Dean was happy then they had no reason to abandon all the knowledge amassed in their new home, second, because his brother's cooking was amazing and he didn't want to lose that to greasy diner food, ever, but most importantly, because Sam was happy when Dean was happy, and watching his brother light up over memory foam and water pressure was one of those things he never realized he had always wanted to see.

So, while Sam spent hours immersed in his research, Dean dedicated himself wholly to making the place their own. Sam didn't always know what he was doing, but he showed up sometimes with sawdust in his hair, and would occasionally show Sam rooms he had been working on. One late night, he wandered into the anteroom covered in paint, looking extremely pleased with himself.

Sam glanced up from the tome he was reading. "What happened to you?"

Dean steepled his fingers, trying unsuccessfully to hide his grin. He was practically glowing. "I painted the third bedroom today," he confessed, "so I'm all finished with it now. It looks awesome."

Sam frowned, confused. "Third bedroom? Why do we have a third bedroom?"

"So that Cas won't creep over me while I'm sleeping!" Dean rolled his eyes, and laughed. "Seriously, Sam, you have to see it. It has this leather couch, right, and a sweet desk…"

"You made a room for Cas?"

"Well, I dunno if he's gonna want to make changes to it or whatever, but yeah." Dean glanced at him sidelong. "I figured, he needs a space of his own too, and y'know, this place is his home now… you get me?"

Sam studied his brother's face, and thought for a while. "Yeah," he said finally. "I get you."

xXx

That night when Dean prayed, he told Castiel about the room. So I wanted to tell you that you're, uh. Welcome here. You know. With us. If you want.

He held his breath and opened one eye, but Castiel didn't appear, just like he hadn't appeared the last hundred or so times Dean had prayed for him.

Sighing, he flopped onto his bed.

Y'know, Cas, it would make me feel a lot better, too. You could drop a line at least, when you decide to disappear for months without warning. I mean, dammit, last time I saw you, you were gonna pay a visit to Heaven!You don't think I might want to know if you're still alive?

He glared angrily into the darkness, but the angel still didn't appear.

I just wanna talk, Cas. Without interruptions. About the Leviathan, and Purgatory, and, well everything. I've been thinking about it for a while now. So could you please just do me a solid and bring your feathery butt down here?

He waited. Still no angel.

You're a dick.