Catherine

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content: Catherine can't believe her luck when two men show up at her estate agency, ready to buy one of her houses.

tags: fluff, established relationship

author's note: Part 5/6 - we're getting close to the end ;D

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Good personnel is obviously hard to find.

Catherine actually told her assistant to keep her afternoon free, so she could meet up with her newest affair and have some fun between the sheets before his godforsaken long shift at the hospital would start and she wouldn't be able to see him for a few days, but somehow Lester didn't get the urgency of her demand because he storms into her office right after she shut down her computer and announces, "There are some new clients."

Catherine doesn't hold back a threatening growl. "What did I say this morning?"

"But –"

Catherine sighs. Lester is fresh out of college and apparently way too enthusiastic about working for a real estate agency for the first time.

"I've got an important appointment," she presses through gritted teeth, emphasizing her words.

"But, Mrs. Denver –" Lester leans a bit closer, like he's about to share a crucial state secret. "Those gentlemen outside, they are very interested in the Harper house."

Catherine pauses, staring at her assistant with wide eyes. "Seriously?"

Lester nods. "Yes!" he confirms. "They seem to be quite excited about that."

Catherine can't really believe it. She's been sitting on that house for years now. It'd been rather beautiful once upon a time, but time and neglect turned it into a dump. Catherine tried to renovate it to make it more attractive for potential buyers, but she quickly realized that no one wants to own a deserted house in the middle of nowhere, just surrounded by woods, the lack of decent roads and nothing else (apart from an abandoned military bunker nearby no one seems to know anything about).

So yes, that stupid thing had been the reason of much frustration in the past. And to think that someone honestly considers relieving her of that …

"I figured you would want to speak with these gentlemen as soon as possible," Lester continues. "But of course I could ask them to come back another time –"

"No!" Catherine immediately interrupts. She can't risk them leaving and never returning. "Send them in. My appointment can wait."

She sends Jack a quick text, promising to make it up for him in a very spectacular way that would make him unfit for work, before plastering her toothy smile on her lips, welcoming the two men entering the office.

On first sight they're quite an odd pair. The one with the blue eyes and messy hair looks like an accountant while the other one seems like the lumberjack type somehow. But they're not the weirdest couple she ever had to deal with and hey, if they would seriously buy that stupid house they could have shown up in red spandex and Catherine wouldn't have been bothered by it.

"Hello," the plaid fan says, grinning. "Sorry for barging in like that unannounced."

He doesn't seem apologetic at all, but Catherine honestly doesn't care.

"No, please, don't worry," she hurries to assure. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Catherine Denver."

"Dean Winchester," he introduces himself. "And that's my husband Castiel."

He sounds quite casual about it, however, Catherine doesn't miss the softness in his voice at the term 'husband'. He's probably not used to the word yet.

"My assistant told me you're interested in the old Harper house?" she asks, casting a look at Lester who is standing in the background, ready to do Catherine's bidding, by the looks of it.

"Oh yes, we are," Dean agrees wholeheartedly, sitting down on one of her comfy seats and stretching his legs like he's making himself at home.. "We just walked past it and saw your pretty face and your info on a flyer and figured to pay you a visit."

Catherine honestly has no clue how they managed to find this house so far away from everything else just by coincidence, but she won't question it.

"The house is perfect," Castiel jumps in, the corners of his mouth curling up. "Dean and I are contemplating for a time now to find our own home. But I know he wouldn't have been happy to put too much distance between ourselves and his brother Sam. And I wouldn't have been either."

Dean looks at him with a warm expression on his face, as if those words are the most romantic thing he ever heard.

"This house … it's close to Sam," Castiel says. "We would basically be neighbors."

Catherine can't really grasp that because there is seriously nothing there beside trees and that bunker, but once again she keeps her mouth shut. If those guys are so freaking happy with the location of that hell house, she won't rain on their parade.

Instead she says, "That sounds wonderful."

Because it is. Exceptionally wonderful.

"I mean, we haven't seen the inside of the house yet," Dean cuts in. "I can imagine it's probably in a bad condition, considering the exterior and the fact that probably nobody lived in that thing for eternities, am I right?"

Catherine is reluctant to nod, but since Dean doesn't sound put out by it she eventually agrees.

"Well, I love to work with my hands, to be honest," Dean says, seemingly quite happy to face such a challenge. "Renovate the whole place. Make it … ours."

It's obvious that he likes that thought very much.

"And I just quit my job, so I've got a lot of free time on my hand." He halts, tilting his head and corrects himself after a second, "Well, not quit-quit. It's more like we changed departments. No field work, only a desk job. Way better to plan your time."

By the sound of it he made some very big changes in his life and is about to add some new ones as well. Catherine can't help returning his boyish smile.

"Well, the Harper house will be indeed quite beautiful again when you put some effort into it," she says. "It's peaceful and quiet out there, with a lot of space inside and outside, three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a spacious garage –"

While she continues to list all the advantages, Castiel interlaces his fingers with Dean's, squeezing them tightly and making the man beam in the process like a lovesick teenager.

Lester in the background is obviously unable to suppress a deep sigh at the display of affection right in front of him.

"Lots of space sounds great," Dean says. "So Sammy can get his own room and sleep over when he gets sick of the bun– … uh, his place."

"Or we can use them as nurseries someday," Castiel proposes in the most casual way.

Dean blinks a few times, obviously not prepared to hear something like that, and stares at the man beside him for a second with huge eyes, probably wondering whether he didn't misunderstand his husband somehow. Castiel, however, just holds his gaze, apparently telling Dean everything he needs to know just with his eyes, and Dean finds himself ducking his head to hide his stupidly wide grin and his flushed cheeks, muttering, "Um, yeah … or we could do that."

Catherine feels her chest clench. Damn, they're really adorable.

But instead of cooing right into their faces (like it would have been her first instinct), she turns her attention toward her assistant who looks like he's on the brink of bursting into tears. "Lester, get us some coffee and the proper paper work. I want to make sure that Mr. and Mr. Winchester will know all the details before I'll show them the property in all its glory."

Dean and Castiel both smile back at her, their fingers still linked with each other and obviously more than ready to face their new future together.