Feb 13, 2022
spn fic writer’s celebration → kids are coming home by @castumes
“Dean,” Cas says seriously. “We don’t have to get chickens.”
“Jesus, sweetheart, I know,” Dean mutters. His eye roll is fond. With his free hand, he turns off the stovetop before reaching up and pressing his fingertips to Cas’s chin. “I’m just giving you hell ‘cause that’s what I do best.”
“That is standard for our relationship, yes,” Cas agrees with a sigh. He lets Dean tug him in for another kiss, both of them laughing into it.
