Back from a run of the mill hunt. After clearing out a vamp nest in Wichita, the boys were welcomed by the bunker doors like it were any other home. And to them it was their first real home.
They dropped their duffles and kicked off their muddy boots at the door, per Sam's orders. Dean made off to the kitchen with take out bags, humming his own version of Black Dog and Sam to the shower room. Cas found himself a seat at one of the large library tables and swung his feet on to the top.
No grace, no wings, no powers. Cas was what Dean once referred to as a, "baby in a trench coat" since, though, shedding his usual khaki overcoat. He came out of the fall feeling worthless and lost. But the Winchesters quickly corrected him as they always would. And once Sam was well they did the impossible, again, and ran the angels back into Heaven. Cas's grace, of course, lost to him for good.
They have all since managed to get back into a comfortable routine of wendigos, shifters, and even the occasional demon that will step out of line. Cas couldn't be happier and the boys didn't even squabble past the usual "bitch" or "jerk." This is what they all needed and they had surely earned it.
Cas could feel the smile threatening to wrinkle his cheeks when Dean walked in, plates of burgers adorning his arms. He set the plates down and pushed Cas's bangs from his face. He placed and soft kiss on his forehead, "Hey blue eyes."
The threats made good. Castiel was grinning like a fool, "Hello, Dean."
Another smile in return, "Never change, Cas."
Sam walked in, his mane like hairdo now wet from the shower. Even Cas had to agree that he needed a haircut. But he kept quiet and left the smart comments to Dean's discretion. And never one to disappoint, Dean Winchester had something to say, "Sit down, Rapunzel. We need to refuel."
They carried on for an hour or so like this. Eating burgers to the sounds of clinking beer bottles and joking remarks.
Exhausted after dinner, they all retired to their respectable rooms. Sam to his then Dean and Cas to theirs.
Cas stripped his jeans and overshirt then slipped into the senior hunters arms. Slowly drifting to sleep, he heard those words like he did every night, "I love you, Castiel."
He was home. He felt more welcome then he could remember in centuries. Hunting things, saving lives, his REAL family business.
"I love you too, Dean."