Okay, I will finish from last chapter, but I've had such a block on this story, so here have more.
Dean looked happily at his best friend, Castiel, a rock clutched in his hand and the dying embers of the sun glowing across the horizon. He'd only met him that day, when he was with Daddy and Sammy at the park.
Dean had been playing on the monkey bars, Sammy clapping where he was watching in the sandpit (Daddy was looking through the newspaper for a job and didn't look up no matter how loud Dean yelled, until his arms got too tired and he had to let go) when a small boy walked up, and asked if he could have a turn.
Dean had said yes, and had even cheered the boy on, when he managed half way before falling. Dean had helped him up, because Mummy had told him to be polite to everyone he saw, and the boy had smiled widely, and he was the prettiest boy Dean had ever seen.
"I'm Dean," he said, smiling back, "And that's Sammy, my little brother," he pointed over his shoulder at Sammy, who was making a sandcastle, very seriously. Sam looked up when he heard his name and smiled, his front teeth missing. He waved a pudgy hand and Cas waved back, giggling.
"I'm Castiel," the boy said and Dean laughed.
"Castiel? That's a funny name. But I like it!" Dean added as Castiel's lower lip began to tremble. "Can I call you Cas?" He asked, wrapping his shirt closer around him (it was one of Daddy's old ones, with the sleeves rolled up, and Dean was proud Daddy had let him wear it. But it was cold, and Daddy hadn't reminded him to bring a coat, and Dean was too busy making sure Sammy was warm and wrapped up to get it as they left)
Castiel pointed towards a teenager, with short dark hair. "That's Naomi." he said, and Naomi didn't look up from her phone.
"Do you want to go again?" Castiel asked, "We could take it in turns?"
Dean had nodded enthusiastically, climbing up the ladder and almost making it all the way over to the small hut before he dropped, giggling at Castiel.
"Your go, your go!" he said, jumping up and down in excitement.
Castiel had gone up the ladder, but he made it even less far before falling to earth with a thump.
"That was good!" Dean praised, and Castiel went red.
"Not as good as you," he mumbled back and Dean laughed.
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It was almost an hour later, and the sun had dipped low in the sky, and Castiel and Dean were sprawled out in the long grass by a big oak tree, looking at the sunset and the pretty clouds.
"Are we friends, Dean?" Castiel asked shyly, and Dean looked at him, only becoming slightly distracted by a ladybug crawling up a piece of flint in the grass next to him, and nodded fiercely.
"Yeah, Cas, we are!"
"Forever?" Cas asked, chewing on the sleeve of his coat, and Dean sat up, seeing Sam curled up against Daddy, with Daddy's coat thrown over him. Naomi had tried to get Castiel leave earlier, but Dean and Cas had begged for just a bit longer, and she had shrugged and returned to her bench.
"Forever and ever and ever!" Dean said, throwing his arms out to show how long they would be friends for. He had an idea, brushing the lady bug off the flint, and Cas leaned forward, coaxing it on his finger and raising his hand towards the sun, as it flew.
"Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home." he said solemnly and Dean laughed, scooting towards the tree with the rock and scraped it across the bark of the tree.
He stood up, Castiel joining him, looking with interest at what he was doing.
Placing the sharpest part of the stone to the tree, Dean slowly began to scratch D.W. + C.N into the tree.
Halfway through it, his hand got tired, and he handed the rock to Cas, who turned it over in his hands before lifting it to the tree and completing his initials.
Dean examined the red welts on his hands, and by the time they had faded, Castiel was done, smiling proudly.
"Friends?" Dean asked, holding out his hand, smiling happily.
"Friends." Confirmed Castiel, shaking his hand with vigour, grinning ear to ear.
"DEAN!" Daddy yelled for him and Dean jumped, letting go of Cas' hand.
"I've got to go, but I'll see you again?" He said, and Castiel looked over his new friend's shoulder to see Naomi putting her phone in her pocket.
"Okay, see you then!" Cas said.
"Dean, come on!"
They ran in opposite directions, with a backdrop of a sunset and autumn leaves shedding more fire on the world. Dean caught up to his father, and hugged Sammy, planting a big kiss on his forehead.
"Why didn't you come straight away Dean?" Daddy asked, and Den looked up, grinning.
"I met a new friend, Daddy, his name is Castiel and-"
"You're too old to call me Daddy. And you were meant to be watching Sam, he got cold."
"Sorry Dadd- Sir."
"Better."
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"Hey Castiel," Naomi said as Castiel ran up to her, showing his gap-toothed grin.
"I've got a new friend, he's called Dean and he has a little brother called Sammy!" Castiel said, walking happily beside her. Naomi smiled at him, ruffling his hair.
"That sounds great, Cassie."
~*Twenty years later*~
The next time they were in the park, it was different.
It was in the morning, not at sunset, and the monkey bars were gone, the sandpit was full of twigs and rocks and there weren't any buckets of spades. There was a hulking great climbing frame, that looked like it was out of a sci-fi movie, and the rope on it was frayed.
The grass was duller, and the leaves were fully stripped of trees.
But the grown men, strolling through it, were grinning around at the place, pointing out small details, as a dog sniffed around their feet.
They were holding hands, swinging them slightly as they walked along, heading for a big tree near the edge of the park.
"Wasn't as big as the last time we were here," One of them says and he lets go of his partners hand, to look at the tree closer, dropping to his knees to smile at something carved in the wood.
The dark-haired man smiles down at him, before he joins him, their dog running over to lick their hands before darting off at the swings.
"Is it there?" he asked and the other man doesn't reply, he just points to a section of bark.
In the wood there is a carving, strangely scabbed over by time, in shaky child's writing.
'D.W. + C.N.'
Castiel smiled, tracing his initials. Dean reaches into a pocket of his jacket and comes out with a pen-knife, a bit more fancy than their last chisel.
He starts by drawing another line on the N, bracing his other hand against the wet bark, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Castiel watches, like he did all those years ago.
Dean finishes by drawing a heart around the lettering, flicking the knife closed and standing, holding his dry hand out to Castiel who takes it and heaves himself up, matching rings on their fingers.
They stay there for a while longer, arms wrapped around each other, leaning against each other, looking down at the lettering with prideful looks. Finally Dean turns to Cas, a smile on his face.
"Time to go home now, Mr. Winchester."
Today on nobody gives a shit in my school: My Photography teacher implied I was adopted, then took the black sparkly hat I had off me (I was joking it looked like my soul) my Science teacher continues to be awful at teaching (I'm sorry to be mean, he's a nice guy, but god this adult thing can't be as hard as they make it out to be if he got a teaching degree. For example, while miming stabbing student with a scalpel 'Don't stab people! Or yourself. No no no no.') and I don't almost break my nose/back/important body part while trampolining.
Hope you have had a great day (PS, if you missed it HOMESTUCK UPDATED HOLLLLY FUCK)
Fez.
