Five Years Later
"So. Five years, huh?"
"Yes Dean. Five years."
Dean looks over to his ange- not an angel anymore. His human. Wow that sounded weird. Whatever. Cas was his, no question about that. Even if he was human now.
"Sometimes I can't believe it. I think that this's some elaborate fantasy that I've cooked up down in the Pit to keep myself away from the pain." Dean didn't specify what type of pain that he meant, but he was sure Cas understood. There was little that Cas didn't understand about him.
"I assure you Dean, this is most definitely real."
Dean laughs, the sound ringing out over the meadow where they sit, looking up at the stars that are just beginning to come out in the sky. "Still, sometimes it feels like I'm dreaming this. You."
"I doubt that you could dream up something like me Dean." Cas has his weird questioning look on his face, the one with the slightly tilted head and squinted eyes. Dean doesn't try to quell the surge of affection it causes. Not today. Today wasn't about anyone else, and Dean refused to let it be about anyone else.
Dean sighed. It all seemed unreal, his whole situation. Sure, they might be in a bit of trouble now, but since when were they not? Dean had his brother and his angel, and that was all he needed to be happy.
Cas is still squinting at him, but he seems to give up on understanding what was running through Dean's head before he lies back down and presses himself up against Dean's side.
Dean smiles. Five years since he had gotten his angel.