Take me Home
Okay so I've mostly done Drabble so I thought I'd take on a more serious project. I'll update this ever Wednesday.
Dean, Cas and Sam use settled into a new house in Washington state and are trying to cope with not hunting anymore.
"This is it boys. Our new house! " Dean sounded a little too enthusiastic. It was a regular home, on the smaller side, with grey stucco walls and blue trim.
" It's a shack." Sam stated, looking irritated. " doesn't matter. It's a place to hole up for a bit. We'll be on the move in a week or so anyways."
Dean turned around. " Sam, this is it. We aren't hunting anymore. Aren't you the one always wanting a normal life? Don't you get it? We've come too close to permanent removal from earth to many times for comfort. Besides, Cas is human now. No more angel mojo to save our asses." Dean picked up his luggage and dragged it in. He helped Cas with his, then sorted rooms. He would have the master bedroom at the front of the house, Cas would have a patio'd room on the east side and Sam had the one above Dean. Dean spent the next hour unpacking into his new place. He picked up an urn filled with Bobby's ashes, and dusted it off. Gently, he slid it under his bed. Sam and Cas didn't know he was dead; he had told them he was in a prolonged trip with Jo. The weight of many untold lies sagged on his shoulders. Sometimes life was too hard too bear.
Dean awoke from an impromptu snooze at the sound of rustling and bangs in the kitchen. He walked in, rubbing his eyes. The modern kitchen, all shining steel and black granite, was a mess. The sink was clogged with bowls and wooden spoons, and the counter was liberally spread with white flour and salt. A guilty looking Cas was half hiding behind a chortling Sam.
" We tried to make supper for you..." He trailed off as the oven made a strangled bleeping. Sam turned and opened the door, only to shut it off again as a cloud of black smoke puffed out. Dean rolled his eyes and pulled a crumpled take out menu.
" Pizza, anyone?" He flattened it against the table.
" we've got salami, hawaiian, cheese-" he was cut off by Cas slamming a plate in front of him.
"We MADE pizza for you." He looked a little hurt and angry. The pizza was, ahem, crispy. Wafts of burnt meat slid towards Dean. He gingerly took a bite, and nearly spewed across the table. Instead, he chugged down the beer Sam had grabbed him from the cupboard and smiled at Cas.
"It's... okay. Heheh. Imma go take a shower." Sam looked up from their new laptop. "Wait, Dean. There's a new case on the 209 down in Kentucky. Wanna check it out? It's a couple of days from here. We could be back, in say, a month? Two at most."
Dean turned around, angry.
" Sam, we are done hunting. It's not up to us to save the world, okay? We need to settle down, have a normal life, before we disappear forever." He looked at Cas, his voice changing to a teasing lilt.
" Please Cas, I know I've got a good body, but please, no picking the bathroom lock. Lets save that for when Sam falls in the dumper and needs to be fished out, shall we?" Cas looked at him and winked.
" no promises. And by the way, can I get a-" he looked at Sam, confused. "Email" he mouthed back. Cas looked up at Dean. Dean rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Sure. And Im hooking up a landline. So you can, you know, call people." He stepped into the hallway.
" you can't run away forever, you know. One way, or another, the hunter world is going to suck you in, alive or dead. And trust me, whether or not you like it, you are going to be cornered up with nowhere to turn." Sam threw his words like a bullwhip. They snapped against Dean's spine, making him ache inside, for his lost life and ruined love.
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