Title: The Little Wooden Kitchen In The Suburbs (9/?)
Author: craystiel
Rating: PG (For now)
Pairing: Dean/Castiel. Bonus domestic!Team Free Will
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, all rights belong to Supernatural.
Spoilers: Based off the Season 8 storyline I suppose.
Warnings: FLUFFY
Notes: Sorry its been so long again, but y'know life is in the way. Enjoy! Beta'd by the very talented and patient TruffleHead :)

Summary: It's been a few months since they shut the gates of hell forever. They've given up hunting for a simpler life. But Dean, he's having a little trouble adjusting.

It had been three very long months since he had woken in that hospital bed. Each day was much like the last. Dean Winchester woke up, sometimes with Cas in his bed swearing and apologizing and sometimes he woke alone. He ate breakfast with Sammy and Cas and fed his leftovers to Jimmy. 4 days of the week, Sam went to school, 5 days of the week Cas went too. On Wednesdays, Cas came home early and they had lunch. On Saturdays, Sam went to his girlfriend's and on Sundays they all spent the day together, as Dean had discovered was somewhat of a family tradition. Sometimes he had visitors: Jody, Garth, Charlie, people from work he never remembered. He had dinner with his family, Sam studied, Cas marked papers and Dean watched TV and then he went to bed, sometimes sleeping well, sometimes rid with nightmares. Yes, Dean Winchester led a very mundane boring life. Each day much like the last.

And he hated every single minute of it.

The sun was peaking through his curtains and he could make out the faint shadow of Cas beside him, curled up in a very small ball. Dean was still having trouble trying to understand their relationship. He knew Cas as a somewhat unreliable badass angel who had made mistakes but nonetheless was a part of his family. But the Dean he'd woken up as knew him in a different way. No matter how hard he thought, he just couldn't wrap his head around it. Of course he'd gotten used to Cas sleeping next to him. He tried to stop it initially, but it proved to be much harder than Dean had thought. He gave up and decided to let his friend get some much needed rest.

It'd been months now and there were still large holes in Deans memory. Large holes being the entire last year and some change. He got flashes in his dreams sometimes, but he usually kept those to himself, unsure of whether or not his mind was playing tricks on him. Sometimes, those dreams involved Cas and soft touches to his face, fingers pulling through his hair and lips on top of his own. Butterflies arched up in his stomach and he felt his cheeks heat up. Whatever he did or didn't feel for his friend, he wanted to be sure before he made their little friendship into something much more.

Dean crawled out of bed, careful not to wake the sleeping angel beside him. He wrote a quick note and left it on his pillow for Cas to read when he woke up. He opened a drawer on his tallboy and pulled on the first two things his hands touched. He looked back at Cas and small surge in his stomach made his cheeks heat before he made his way outside. Saturdays weren't a particularly busy day for either of them, so Dean decided to take a walk to clear his head. He walked and he walked, searching his brain for memories long gone now. He walked until his legs cried for help, collapsing down into an empty lot on the outskirts of their suburb. He silently cursed the suburban life for making him even more unfit than he already was. He laid back eventually, putting his hands behind his head and looking up at the blue sky. He had never been one for peace and quiet, usually opting for blasting out the bad thoughts and nightmares with whatever tapes his Dad had left behind. But Sammy had the impala and all Dean had was the wind, so he closed his eyes against the sky and tried to do what Cas would probably do, listen to nature. His plan worked for a little over 3 seconds before he found himself humming Metalica without even realising it. He watched the clouds to the soundtrack of his voice for what felt like hours, refusing to give into the sleep pushing down his eyelids, determined to make some progress with his scattered thoughts.

"Hello Dean." Cas' deep drawl pulled him from his revere, the familiarity of it burning a fresh wound into his already punctured memory.

"Hey, Cas." Dean found himself smiling, despite everything unsaid between them. Cas sat a little away from him, looking - dare he say it - cute in his white dress shirt and suit pants, both rolled up in the warm sun. He sat, legs crossed, head down, facing Dean.

"I'm sorry." Cas' hands lay in his lap, eyes focused on anything but Dean.

"For?" Dean focused his eyes on Cas' hands too, watched as he wrung them together and then shook them out, repeating the action over and over again.

"Dean." Cas looked up and their eyes met, the tone in Cas' voice making a smirk creep onto his face.

"You have nothing to apologize for, Cas. You are being you, I'm the lost one here and I'm the one ruining things between us, ruining our little 'family' or whatever." He sighed, letting his head fall backwards as his legs stretched out in front of him, arms balancing him from behind, "I feel so foreign here, Cas."

"I do understand, Dean," their eyes met briefly again before Dean focused his eyes on the blue above him. "As you know, I had to adjust to this life pretty fast. I had to learn not only to become a suburbanite, as Sam would say, but I also had to learn to be human," Cas chuckled, causing butterflies to rush to Deans stomach, "I wish you could remember the amount of coffee pots we went through."

"Coffee pots?" Dean lifted his head to catch a glimpse of a toothy grinned Castiel.

"Yes. I believe you'd understand all of our struggles to fit in here, if you could just remember that one tiny, silly little detail."

"Lets go for a drive." Cas got up, dusting the grass off of his pants and walking over to Dean.

"Sam has the car, genius." Cas rolled his eyes and fell down beside Dean on the grass.

"We could steal one."

"Castiel! What a horrible thing to suggest!" Cas burst out laughing, holding his stomach as he rolled into Dean. For a moment Dean saw a flash of the future instead of the past. Cas and him, old and grey, Cas' blue eyes bright with laughter, and Dean's heart still thumping just as hard as it was now. This could all be so easy, couldn't it?

Dean leaped up off the ground, "Well come on."

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They were driving down a road neither of them knew, Cas was still giggling, sitting low down in the passenger seat, his feet on the dash. The sun was casting a yellow glow on the whole scene and Dean felt like laughing, this all seemed so romantic.

"Well that's the first time I've ever stolen a car." Cas smiled, still laughing a little.

"You know, next time I pick, because this piece of crap barely goes the speed limit."

"Next time?" Dean didn't have to look over at Cas to know his eyebrows were raised, but he looked anyway, a bright eyed Castiel looking back at him.

"This was fun, Dean," Cas focused his eyes back in front of him, "but next week I vote something with less risk of us going to jail."

Dean smirked, "But Cas, those are the best ones."

They drove the car to the edge of town, giggling like two little school girls as they fled the scene of their crime. Cas grabbed hold of Deans hand, pulling him to follow. Cas lead them to another empty lot, pulling Dean down onto the ground with him once they reached the grass.

"It was 5." Cas smiled, Dean looking down upon him.

"What was 5?"

"Coffee pots. We went through 5 in the first week of us moving in because both you and Sam got frustrated at my inability to learn a simple human task. You don't need to feel foreign, Dean, you're exactly where you belong."