When Cas moves in, he doesnāt stay still.Ā
It drives Dean up the wall. Cas is in, Cas is out, at all hours of the day or night. Maybe heās walking in the woods nearby for four hours. Maybe heās in a nice little old ladyās house, helping to screw in a lightbulb, because heās tall enough to do it without a ladder and she saw him walking past and asked nicely. Maybe heās baking at three in the morning, not for the taste of the food (of course), just because he saw a recipe online and wanted to try making a freaking bundt cake.
Eventually, Dean just says,Ā āLook. You can do whatever. Come and go as you please, no complaints from me. But just text me now and then, alright? Tell me what the hell is going on with you and Iāll stop calling you with questions. Stop freaking me out.ā
His texts start simple. Iām going out. Iām walking. Iām shopping for food. But they gradually become more detailed. Iām watching the sun go down, itās beautiful. I am having a discussion about particle theory with this professor I met in Starbucks, who is inviting me to guest-speak at his college. I wanted to know what a light saber was so I went into a toy store and now I have bought three because they are very satisfying to swing around.Ā
Dean reads every one of the texts with a specific look on his face, that Sam comes to recognise.
Iām out in the woods because I needed a walk.
Iām out in the woods because I needed some air.
Iām out in the woods because I needed to think.
Those are the ones Cas sends most often. Dean doesnāt know that Cas needs a walk because his hands ache when heās around Dean, god how they ache, just to be touched. Dean doesnāt know that Cas needs some air because all he can breathe around Dean seems to be the word please, in and out of his lungs. Dean doesnāt know that all Cas thinks about is him.
But one day, when Cas texts Iām out in the woods. I wish you were here too, Dean starts to guess.
When Dean texts back Iām on my way, thatās when Cas starts to guess, too. Starts to guess that he isnāt the only one - not alone in aching hands and breathless lungs and thoughts that are magnetised. Not alone in wanting.
And when Dean finds him - not alone in the woods.
Their eyes meet, and Cas stands perfectly still.
When they come home, their hands are not aching.
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