rats are like the rats of the world

"I can help with other things, too. I've been told I'm good with my hands." Dean winks, watching to see how the quip lands.

There isn't really a height difference between them, but the older man is thicker, heavier with age and muscle and time. He's broader and probably stronger, if not for the injury. Dean could outrun him, if he had to, but to where? His own front door?

He reaches out a hand to touch Mr. Novak's belt, presses a finger to the silver buckle there.

"Been told I'm good with my mouth, too."

It's Summer in Sugar Run, Florida. John has disappeared to God knows where, and Dean is doing whatever he can to make ends meet and keep food on the table. He's used to doing all sorts of odd jobs–but working for the taciturn and slightly strange older man on the other side of the park presents a new set of challenges...and a new set of rewards.

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So there won’t be any Cas POV in the main story, it’s going to be all from Dean’s perspective. HOWEVER! I am already working on some timestamps and ancillary chapters that will include Cas’ POV, but they will likely not be posted until after the final chapter of the main story, as a continuation of the series, (I want to write these two forever!!) So we will see into his mind at some point.

Also! I am thinking about making a playlist and including a couple song recs at the end of each chapter that are based on Cas’ POV so we get a little insight into him as the story goes.

THANK YOU! I am having so much fun writing this fic. Here’s a little sneak peak of next week’s chapter feat. parentified Dean ☺️