"Fuck it Lys, screw it all," Castiel says, throwing some shirts into an overnight bag. "I don't fucking need college."

Castiel's been in a haze since the rejection letter, but now it's all come clear. He can have a future without a formal education. Lysander's doing that, why can't he do the same? Lysander's taking over the farm; Leigh can't leave the business and someone needs to look after Josiane now that George has died.

"What's your plan?" Lysander asks, watching Castiel's ideas take shape in front of him. He doesn't question his flight of fancy, instead he helps fold shirts.

"The farm," Castiel says bluntly, "I'm coming too."

Lysander raises an eyebrow and drops the clothes into the bag, "You want to live with my mother and milk cows?"

"If it's with you? Yeah."

Lysander smiles broadly, then shakes his head. "You're crazy."

"Yeah, and you love me that way." Castiel lays a kiss on Lysander's forehead before moving back to packing. "Book me a train ticket, ok?"