"Sammy, can I ask you something?" Dean out of the blue asked from across the meeting table in the heart of the Bunker.
Sam looks up, concerned, from his laptop. "Uh, yeah, sure...what's on your mind?" A pause. "Is everything ok?"
"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine, it's just..." Dean sighs. "Lately, things have been really good for us, huh? I mean, we got Cas back, Eileen..." He wagged his eyebrows at Sam, who blushed.
"Dean, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I..." Dean stopped, clamping his mouth shut.
Sam gave him a look. "There's something that's bothering you, and I know we both like to keep things bottled up from each other, but, just this once...just talk to me."
"Sammy, I'm scared." Dean's bottom lip trembled. "Every time we get a win, something comes right up and knocks it out of us, and I am tired of it. We joke about getting a slice of that good life...but..."
"I know..." Sam acknowledged. "And I feel nervous about it all, too. But look, Jack is taking care of things. You and I both know we can trust Him."
Dean nodded, still tearing up a bit, hating himself for ever doubting Jack. "He is doing good, isn't He?"
"He is..." Sam and Dean saw Cas appear. "Sorry it's been a while. I've been helping Jack rebuild Heaven. He's making lots of changes, for the better."
"Good for Him..." Dean raised his beer bottle up a little, drinking to that.
"Good for you, Dean." Sam said.
"For what? Not passing out from all the alcohol I've been drinking?" He laughed.
"No, for being honest with me." Sam smiled. "That's growth. I know that's really hard for you..."
"Ok, Doctor Phil, don't expect this to be a weekly session, thing..." Dean shooed off. "Don't you have a girlfriend or something to go bother?"
"I know I do..." Cas was holding something behind his back. Dean swallowed hard a snarky remark to correct the clueless angel, and stood up to approach him.
"Whatcha got there?" Dean quirked the corner of his mouth up.
"Well, I came across this pie," Cas revealed a box, and Dean's whole demeanor changed. "And I just was thinking of you, and-" Cas hummed as Dean leaned over the box and kissed him. He almost dropped it, but Dean's hands held his underneath the box. "And, I...wanted to do something, uh...nice for you, to...to...I love you..." Cas faltered.
"I love you too, Baby..." Dean cut his eyes back to the box. "Shall we?"
"Of course, Dean..."
They did not notice Sam snuck off to help Eileen finish unpacking, feeling uncomfortable with this scene. But he was thankful that Dean was finally able to get rid of that shadow that used to always haunt his eyes whenever he would say he was fine, or just worried about one obvious thing. Sam trusted Jack, God, to take care of them. Things were changing, they were changing.
This world was going to be ok.
They were going to be ok.