"What about this one?" Cas asked, plopping down on a dark green couch that looked quite plush. "It's pretty comfortable."
"It's green." Dean said, standing a few feet away and crossing his arms, a skeptical look on his face.
Cas stood up frowning playfully. "Yeah, so it matches your eyes." He leaned in and gave Dean a quick kiss, drawing a smile. "But if you really don't like it we can keep looking."
Dean looked at the couch again and tried to picture it in their small living room. He tried to imagine the life they could build around that couch. Watching the games on Sunday with Sammy. Opening presents on Christmas morning, paper and bows strewn all around it. He tried to see the two of them laying down for a quiet night in for a movie or a television show (perhaps even showing Cas Dr. Sexy). The more he thought about it the better the picture become.
Suddenly he saw it all. The relaxing nights, and the silly fights. Falling asleep on his lap, running his fingers through his hair. The cushion that the dog would destroy and he would have to sew back up. The messes that kids would make while trying to eat and watch their cartoons. A good life, a better life. Suddenly it was all there in front of him, all existing around that damn green couch, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it.
"Dean?" Cas' voice brought him back and he found himself sitting in the middle of the couch. Cas was standing over him, his hand on his shoulder. "What do you think?"
"It's great Cas, but I don't know if I'm ready to commit."
"It's a couch not a dog." Cas muttered, stepping away.
"How about this, we ask them to keep this one on hold while we go check out one more store, I just want to make sure that we get the right one." Dean reasoned.
"Alright, I'll go talk to the sales lady. We should really try to find the perfect one, we are trying to build a home after all." He added before walking towards the young sale associate. Dean ran his hand over the cushion just one more time. It was soft and welcoming. Cas' words played over in his head. Building a home that seemed like such a strange concept for a man who spent the majority of his life not really knowing a true home. The road had always been where he lived, and he hadn't needed anything else. He stood up, taking one more glance at the couch and then turned to Cas and he thought about why he was doing this, and how ready he was to finally come home.