I'd written this story a little while ago but never did anything with it. I re-re-re-re...read it and edited it into the damn dirt.
And then I decided to put it on here.
So this is it. Thanks for coming along for the ride, y'all.
"Hey Castiel, if I gave you a letter, could you see to it that Dean gets it?" Becca asked as she cut up the brownies.
"Of course. I would be honored to do that for you, Rebecca."
"You'd just poof in and out?"
He nodded with a shrug. "More or less." He happily picked up a brownie. "I think I might like these better than burgers. And these make me feel much happier."
"I'm glad you like them." Becca grabbed one for herself. She put the rest on a plate and they went into the parlor.
She turned on Cat Stevens and they sat down on the couch.
"I think they were in Oklahoma fighting a succubus," Castiel said randomly. "Many, actually."
Becca laughed. "Sounds like something Dean would enjoy."
"Oh no, they're very dangerous," he told her seriously. "I was relieved to hear they weren't harmed." He looked around the parlor. "Do you have any games?"
"What happened to your Rubik's Cube?"
He proudly grinned. "I solved it."
"You did?! Awesome!" Becca stood up, going over to one of the built in shelves. "Let's see…" She began pulling out boxes. "Monopoly, Yahtzee…."
"Yahtzee! Let's play that one."
They played stoned Yahtzee until the clock chimed at midnight.
"Looks like it's passed my bedtime!" Becca stood up and stretched. "Glad I didn't turn into a pumpkin."
"I don't understand that reference."
"Right. Sorry. You can stay up as late as you want, no worries. I just gotta work in the morning. I'm probably not gonna go in until around 10 though. Story time is at 11 and 3, so…yeah. Oh, and I'll have that letter ready for tomorrow. I appreciate you taking it to Dean for me. I know you like the yellow bedroom with the adjoining bath. It's already made up for you. Make yourself at home."
"Of course. Thank you for your hospitality, Rebecca."
"Anytime, Castiel. Goodnight." She ruffled his hair and headed up the stairs.
Castiel put the game away and headed upstairs to the yellow bedroom. He took a long, hot shower before crawling underneath the lavender scented covers and blankets.
He wondered if this is what having a sister was like.
Dean was trying to unfreeze Sam's laptop when he heard someone behind him.
"Hey, Cas," he said without looking up.
"I come with mail for you, Dean."
Dean looked over his shoulder. "What?"
"Here." Castiel handed him an envelope. And a novel. There were a bunch of tabs sticking out of the pages and the spine was very worn.
"Thanks," Dean took them and set both down on the table. "What's up?"
The angel shrugged. "Becca is at work right now. Something about story times. So I thought I would entertain myself."
"Don't want you getting into any trouble."
"Right."
Sam came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He was still wet from his shower. "Woah, Cas, hi."
"Hello, Sam."
Sam closed his eyes and cringed a little. "Uh…Cas? Could you…not stare at me?"
"Sorry." Castiel stood up. "I should go, actually. I think I might take a nap before Becca gets home."
"You guys sound like an old married couple," Sam chuckled, pulling on a shirt.
"We are more like siblings."
Dean was still typing away on the computer, trying to fix it. "Tell her I said hello."
"I will. I'll tell her you both look well. Especially you, Sam."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Cas."
And then he was gone.
Dean finally turned the laptop off manually. While waiting for it to restart, he ripped the envelope open. It was a letter from his Rebecca. Big, round handwriting on custom, super official looking library stationary.
Dean's brow furrowed thoughtfully as his hazel eyes scanned the page.
"Oh, sweetheart..." He smiled, laugh lines appearing at the corners of his eyes. He ran a hand down his face, shaking his head in disbelief.
Sam sat down on the other bed, watching his brother.
A man who could kill a person with his bare hands. And spent 40 years in Hell. Who never missed his intended target with his Colt and always brought extra bullets. The best hunter there was. A master at lock picking, hot-wiring cars, and impersonating an officer of the law. Who could torture someone endlessly...and like it.
And who was shedding tears over a handwritten letter from the woman he loved.
Dean,
I hope you don't mind Castiel bringing you this. I wanted to reply to you, so I figured having him poof it over wasn't such a bad idea. I won't make a habit out of it, don't worry. But it does save a stamp, doesn't it?
The book I was reading that day at the library is called "Blueberry Girl" by Neil Gaiman. He is an amazing author. My favorite, actually. I'm lending you my favorite book (which is by him), called "American Gods". It's well-loved, if you couldn't tell. I think you'll enjoy it. It really makes you think about things. If you read it, let me know. There will be a quiz later. But no pressure, of course!
Teaching a class as an adjunct. Introduction to Archives! Oh boy!
Now I'm going to get all flowery with you. Thank you for taking my "change" in stride. I miss you. I miss how you smell. I miss your laugh, your everything. I love waking up next to you. I belong there, you know that? You do, too. And I can't wait until you're there again.
What you've done in your past? The things you do? You're exactly right. I don't care about any of that. Because I see you. You're the most incredible man I've ever known, Dean Winchester. It's an honor to be your girl. Don't ever forget it.
Tell Sam I said hello and that I miss him!
I'll be here waiting for you. Give yourself a big hug and a sloppy kiss for me.
I love you.
Yours. Always.
Rebecca
P.S: I dream of our life together, too. Her name is Mary Ruth, after your mother.
She has your eyes.
And she's absolutely perfect.
