AU in which the Winchesters run a pizza joint and Castiel develops a crush on Dean.
Once, seeing Cas’ wings was a rare thing, but now, it happens practically every time they’re alone together.
Sam thinks it’s a sign of trust, of love, of belief in Sam, and he treasures it, treasures that Cas is willing to expose these wonderful, important, vulnerable appendages to Sam on a regular basis.
And, truth be told, Sam is still just as amazed now as he was the first time Cas shyly let him see them.
Back then, it had been a ceremony, of sorts, the two of them alone together. They’d talked about it beforehand. Sam had reassured Cas he didn’t have to do anything he was uncomfortable with, Cas thought about it, and decided he wanted Sam to see.
Sam had lit candles. It seems cheesy now, but, back then, he’d wanted to convey the significance of the event, how romantically wonderful it was. Cas seemed to appreciate the candles, at any rate, so they were worth it.
Cas had sat on the bed, bare from the waist up, and finally brought his wings into the physical plane, letting the long, majestic black feathers spill over the bedspread. Sam had asked reverently if he could touch, had been granted permission, and proceeded to touch the wings like they were made of glass.
Now, Cas throws off his coat, tie, and shirt after a long day and is already letting his wings appear as he kicks off his shoes. He falls onto the bed beside Sam and asks what Sam is watching and leans against Sam’s shoulder.
Sam’s hand snakes up to the base of Cas’ wings, working out from there, stroking through feathers and working out kinks, making Cas collapse even closer into his side.
This might not be what it once was, but Sam thinks this, what they have, this domestic piece of bliss together, on this bed, is somehow even more special.
John has been gone for three weeks, five days. He left forty bucks and said he’d be back in two weeks. He’s called twice, both times while Sam was at school, and each time he’s told Dean he’s going to be just a little bit longer.
Dean got a job at a garage. He’s only twenty-one but he knows his way around cars, can prove it just by showing how well he takes care of the Impala, so they hire him and pay him under the table. The money pays the rent on the room and for some food beside.
Sam starts hanging around and soon enough Dean convinces the owner to put Sam to work for some more cash. The guy won’t let Sam near a car—he’s seventeen and the guy’s insurance won’t go anywhere near that, and it’s probably illegal too, Sam figures—but he does have about eight year’s worth of paperwork that needs organizing, so Sam puts in a few hours a day after he finishes his homework.
Dean tends to come over and mess up Sam’s hair while he works, laughs while Sam tries to push it back in place, and asks how he’s doing before getting back to work.
They get paid on Thursdays, and they each walk away with a wad of cash. Most of it will go to rent, the rest divided between gas money and groceries, but with the both of them working, there’s a little extra beside. So Dean drives them to the little ice cream parlor that makes sundaes big enough for four to share for cheap, and they each get a sundae, piled high with toppings. Dean eats Sam’s cherry. Sam laughs when Dean gets whipped cream on his nose, so Dean spoons off some whipped cream and plants it on Sam’s nose, laughing through Sam’s outrage. Sam runs his fingers through it and licks it off.
Once they’ve eaten as much as they can, they leave the little parlor, Dean’s arm slung around Sam’s shoulder, walking slowly back to the car.
It’s temporary. Next week, or the week after, Sam will be in a different school and Dean in a different job or else on the hunt. Nothing like this can last. Still, it’s good while they have it.
"Yes, Ma’am," Benny says, with that big smile that often makes the older ladies blush. "For dinner tonight. Sam’s not much for sweets, gotta find somethin’ to tempt him…"
Sam hears the lady coo over Benny and rolls his eyes. Discretely, of course. He’d never want any of these ladies to think he’s being rude.
Sam grabs the last of the groceries and throws them in the cart and wheels it over to Benny. “Ready to go?” he asks.
Benny turns to him, grinning. “Was just talkin’ to Mrs. Hammond over here. You know, she agrees with me that you should eat more.”
Sam smiles politely to the old women. “Really, I’m fine,” he says. “Benny makes sure I eat plenty.”
"I’m sure he does," she agrees. "Well, I won’t hold you two up, I’m sure you have things to be doing."
They say their goodbyes and get into line, and Sam nudges Benny’s side. “You have to charm every little old lady?” he teases.
Benny grins. “I have to work for it. You, they just naturally like. Somethin’ ‘bout your smile and those dimples, probably.” Sam blushes. “That too.”
They chat with the cashier as they load their items onto the belt, and Sam helps bag their groceries before Benny pays and the two of them leave.
As they’re walking out, Benny suddenly tilts his head a bit and chuckles.
"What is it?"
"Mrs. Hammond. Talking to the cashier ‘bout what nice boys we are, and how it’s too bad we’re with each other. Says her granddaughter could use such nice boys."
Sam grins, shifts the bags to one hand and uses his other to pull Benny down for a kiss. “Yeah, well,” he says. “I’m keeping my nice boy.”
"Good," Benny says, grinning, before leaning in for another kiss.
Like John is totally the one who bought the cluedo game because Sherlock had been in a bad mood for days and John thought it was the closest thing he could do to distract Sherlock and he was probably like, this is about solving crimes Sherlock will love that, and then they played cluedo sitting on the floor next to each other, their legs brushing and John trying no to blush and focusing on the game
They say that in a person’s time of death, his life flashes before his eyes. But Dean doesn’t remember messy black hair or blue eyes making sudden, unexplained appearances in his childhood.
Castiel gets his first flu as a human, and Dean takes care of him. Cas is very sneaky, and he gets a little more out of it than just the customary chicken soup to make him feel better.