Dean reached above his head and snagged another beer from the kitchen table. He was sitting on the floor looking through old photographs, remembering his Mom, his Dad, Bobby and Sam as a kid.
Precious memories, he had always treated them like crystal. But now she was alive again, thanks to the whim of some all powerful being who thought she owed Dean something.
Some of those crystals were starting to crack.
Oh they had taken a beating over the years, the realisation that theirs had never been a ‘normal’ family was a notion he had to drop as so much horse shit years ago.
Still he wondered how many more of his childhood certainties he would be forced to give up. A footstep made him look up “Hey Cas.”
“Why are you sat on the floor in the dark?” the angel tilted his head the way he always did when he found human behaviour puzzling.
Dean ignored the now familiar jolt that the sound of Cas’ voice sent through him.
“It’s been a rough couple of days, I guess I just needed some thinking time”
“I’ll leave you too it” Something in Cas’ tone, disappointment maybe?”
“Cas, wait join me”
“On the floor?” he sounded dubious.
“Yeah c’mon” Dean patted the space next to him.
“Alright.” Cas arranged himself carefully, pulling his trench coat flat so it would not crease. He stretched his legs out next to Dean’s.
“Look at this. Sammie when he was about eight, he was a weird ass looking kid” Cas took the photograph gingerly, like it was a precious relic. Which to Dean it was.
“Yes his teeth seem to big for his head.” Dean found himself laughing at that.
“You’re not wrong Cas.” Dean sipped his beer and took another picture from the pile, “I miss that old son of a bitch” he muttered, He passed the photo to Cas.
“Ahh Bobby” Cas smiled, his gaze caught deans and held it. Why was it even in this dim light those blue eyes seemed to shine. “I miss him too Dean, I miss all of them.
” Uncomfortable Dean coughed and looked away. He heard Cas sigh sadly and immediately felt bad, then the usual confusion set in as to the reason why he felt bad.
“Why didn’t you come to dinner Cas, Mom asked where you were.” A lame attempt to change the subject.
“I thought you two could use some family time with your mother. I didn’t want to intrude.”
“Cas you wouldn’t have been intruding, you are family” That was answered with another sigh, Dean noticed Cas clench his hands together. “Are you alright buddy?”
“I’m fine.” A sharp note in his friends voice, “How’s your mother?” Cas’ turn to change the subject.
“I don’t know, she seems fine. Or as fine as can be expected after thirty odd years of being dead.”
“And what about you?”
“I’m okay.” Unconvincing even to his own ears, Cas squeezed his shoulder, Dean found himself trapped in that piercing blue gaze again.
“What is wrong with me Cas?, we have lost so many people. You’d think that getting one back would make me happy. But I’m just sat here waiting for something bad to happen.
” His friends eyes were full of compassion.
“You’re worried you are going to lose her again.” It wasn’t a question.
“Cas I can’t even think about that. I can’t lose anyone else, not Mom, not Sam and not you. Not ever again” Dean blinked trying to clear the tears that blurred his vision.
One escaped to slide down his check. Cas wiped it away, then froze when he realised what he had done, he stared at Dean in trepidation. Dean swallowed hard he could barely breath.
“Don’t Cas, just do what ever it was you were going to do.” Cas’ fingers running down his cheek, a lightening touch, making Deans heart pound.
He shivered and took the knot of the angels tie in a shaky hand.
His angel smiled, that rare wide beautiful smile that made his eyes sparkle and tentatively he pressed his lips to Dean’s, Dean shifted and pulled him closer, kissed him harder.
“I will never leave you and I will always come back to you”