cas and dean’s guide to making a home
here we goooo! this was written for @sobernatural‘s milestone party. so many congrats sana!!
this is compliant with both dean’s guide to grieving an angel and castiel’s guide to loving a human, but it works as a standalone!
part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / full version on ao3 / dean’s guide / castiel’s guide
prompts: “you did what?”, acceptance and blue
step 1: pick a room
“I like it.”
Dean is laying on the ground, the hardwood floor not nearly as uncomfortable as it should be, looking up at the light blue ceiling he and Cas just finished painting. He hums in agreement at Cas’ words.
“The colour’s a bit like your eyes.” Dean remarks, then he tilts his head towards where Cas is sitting just in time to see him blush. There’s a splotch of blue paint on his forehead. Smiling, Dean looks back up at the ceiling.
“This could be a guest room. What do you think?” Dean asks, looking for the answer in the swirling blue on the ceiling.
“It could be.” Cas starts, but Dean can hear the frown in his voice. “But we already have two other guest rooms.”
“Well, one for Sam and Eileen, one for Jack, one for Claire.” Dean lists, and it’s completely reasonable, having enough space for everyone. The bunker had more rooms than they could ever use, this house is nothing in comparison.
“And what about all the other rooms that we haven’t found a use for yet?” Cas asks, and Dean knows there’s no judgement in it, he’s asking because they do need to find out what to do with all the rooms, but Dean remembers his own doubts after buying the house.
He remembers that they both loved it, that it felt right to live here, that signing the contract made him feel like he’s actually where he belongs, after so many years. But then they’d started on the renovations and suddenly Dean realised how damn big the house really is.
Cas and him, they don’t need much. A bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, a living room, a garden. Maybe a garage for Baby and a little shed for Cas to store all his gardening supplies. That’s all they need, but now they have so much more. Room after room stretches along the hallways, and Dean doesn’t know what to do with it all.
“You love this house.” Cas says when the silence stretches on for too long. Sometimes Dean thinks Cas can read his mind, but it’s not that. Dean probably just lets his worry show more than he intends.
“I do.” He says, and it’s not a lie. He loves the house. It’s still too big for them.
“We need to decide what to do with all the space.” Cas picks himself up off the floor, then he moves to put away the paint bucket and the brushes. There’s no hurry in his movements, neither in his voice. It’s comforting, knowing that they have time to figure it out. They don’t have to hurry. For now, they can accept that.
Dean keeps staring at the ceiling, the dents in the wood beneath the blue paint leaving patterns and lines. Some look like constellations, some like eyes, some like the trees the wood initially came from, some look like nothing at all. There’s a few lines off in the corner, almost too small for Dean to see, that spell out a word he is intimately familiar with.
“We should make this one our bedroom.” Dean decides, thinking of the room they picked earlier, the only reason being that it is the biggest.
Cas halts in his movements. “Why?”
Instead of replying, Dean just points at the word written into the wood. It doesn’t take long for Cas’ face to clear up in understanding.
“That’s an Enochian word.” He whispers, and as he looks back at Dean, there’s wonder in his eyes. “You know what it means?”
“Yeah…” Dean swallows, his hand wandering to the small space at his hip where he got a tattoo when he thought he’d lost Cas for good. The tattoo Cas doesn’t know about yet because while they’ve been clinging to each other most of the time, they’ve also been taking things slow, revelling in every small and slow step they’re taking together.
“It means love.” Dean sits up, taking Cas’ hand. “This is our room.”
Cas smiles. “You know how to write love in Enochian?”
Dean chuckles. “Yeah, well I kind of got a tattoo of it.”
At that, Cas whips around, looking at Dean with an unreadable expression on his face. “You did what?”
There’s so much emotion in that question alone that Dean has to stand up and hold Cas’ face between his hands, watching his eyes well up with tears. “I got a tattoo. It says I love you, too. In Enochian.”
Before Dean can say another word, Cas surges forward and kisses Dean, and all else becomes unimportant, because there they are standing, in the room with the blue ceiling, and it is theirs.
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