Dean Winchester was happy to be home. He was still hurt that Jack went off to Heaven, but he knew deep down that that was a long shot, and He was where he was supposed to be, doing good work by everyone. Sam stepped out of the car, excited from having a few missed calls from Eileen.
He hesitated at the door when he looked back to see Dean staring at the steering wheel, deep in thought.
"You comin'?" He nodded.
Dean snapped out of it. "Uh, you go ahead, Sammy. Baby needs a wash."
"Yeah, with like, one spec of dust on her hood..." Sam ran his finger along the car, and Dean gave him the dirtiest look for leaving such a mark on Baby. "I'll leave you two alone."
"Tell Eileen to pick up some condoms!" Dean hollered.
"Not cool, man!" Sam laughed and slammed the door, leaving Dean alone.
"Well, Baby, I guess it's just you and me..." Getting out of the car, he grabs the cleaning supplies and starts working on his beauty. He turns on Journey to set the mood, and gets lost in the music, like he always does.
"One heart buuuurns desire...wonderrrrr who's cryin' noooooww..." Dean throws his head with the beat, scrubbing the rims and even twangs his voice to match the high squelch of the guitar solo.
The music stops, and Dean whips around, ready to attack with the bucket of soapy water and the small toothbrush he uses to keep those rims shiny. He drops the bucket, his heart and brain struggling to make sense of what is going on.
"Hello, Dean..." Cas smiles, wiping soap out of his hair. He takes off his trench coat, soaked on one side, and he sighs.
"Cas?" Dean does not approach, scared to get his hopes up.
"Yes, Dean?" Cas looks so small in his suit, so fragile and afraid.
Dean cautiously reaches out and grabs a shoulder, and the other shaky hand cups his cheek. Cas closes his eyes, reveling in the sensation.
"Are you ok?" Dean asks, searching for any struggle, any reason as to how he got out of there, that awful place.
"I've never been better, considering I'm human now."
"What?"
"Jack got me out, but the Empty is a little bitch, and well, he wanted my grace as payment, but I didn't care, because I what I want...I can now have..." He is crying again, just like the last time Dean saw him.
Dean's brain still takes a second to comprehend everything, then he pulls Cas into a hug. He smells the sweat and soap in his hair, he feels his beating heart matching Cas', and yeah, he is human, and he is alive, and he is here.
"I'm not dreaming?" Dean whispers.
"What did I tell you all those years ago?" Cas still holds the hug because it feels so- "Good things do happen, Dean..."
Dean nods, unable to fight the tears, feeling ridiculous and embarrassed for being such a sap.
"Yeah, ok...cause I've been meaning to tell you something..." Dean shakes, he is so nervous. "I love you..." At Cas' pure joy on his face, Dean feels more confident in himself. "I love you, Cas..."
"Oh, Dean...that's all I wanted to hear..." Cas cried harder.
Sam bursts out of the Bunker, out of breath, just as Dean was about to kiss the former angel. "Cas?" He crashes the two of them into a bone-crushing hug. "Welcome back, man."
"Thank-you..." Cas smiled.
Dean Winchester had never been happier. Cas was back, he was home with him and his brother, and Heaven and Hell were as they should be. He sent a silent prayer upstairs, ready to carry on into this new life together.