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He buys the cabin by the lake on impulse. The construction is sturdy, well worked wood everywhere , from the roof to the very fundations. He’s pushing fifty but he can find himself capable enough to fix the tiny details (like a crooked step in the front porch or the worn handrail of the stairs), he thinks he owns himself that feeling of being able to create something instead of destroying it. Some years have passed since the event and after trying everything that they came up with, after being unable to hide the pained sobs that threatened to drown him forever he’s more or less at peace with himself.

Building yourself from the pieces shattered on the ground it’s not an easy task, Dean knows it better than anyone, but he’s trying.

Sam and Eileen come to visit from time to time. They’re reconstructing themselves in their own way and Dean couldn’t be happier for them. And it’s not like he’s alone. Not really.

He can see him in every detail around him. In every unconscious decision he takes, in every choice he makes. Blue has become his comfort colour, the shade he always gravitates towards when he has to choose between two identical things. There is a hint of blue in almost everything he owns now, from the bedding to his coffee mug. He likes to lie under the spring sun, because he can feel him there, bright and colossal, caressing him with soft touches that leaves his skin warm and tingling afterwards. He loves to take long walks under a storm because in that moment is where he can feel him better; huge, unforgiving, beautiful, cleaning everything, everywhere, to make space for new and old life to grow healthier, stronger. He is in the flowers he plants in the garden he’s making in the backyard, when he looks at his own hands holding those tiny things, fingers that he never thougth were built for tenderness and yet he’s using exactly for that. Because he saw what was buried under all the layers that was Dean Winchester, the light that laid dormant waiting for someone to push away the darkness.

It’s after one of those long walks that he sees the figure standing next to his favorite spot, facing the lake. He could recognise him everywhere even if he wasn’t wearing the same unfitting clothes and yet Dean takes every step calmly, not wanting to rush anything. He’s spent most of his life running. Towards and from things. And he’s tired. The quiet ways of living he’s learned the hard way are not going to disappear all of the sudden, if whatever it is, is real, he will take it at his own pace.

When the figure turns around to face him is like no time have passed and yet everything has changed in Dean’s heart. It remains the same, feelings and all, but everything is firm and solid. And Cas’s eyes remains in the same shade of blue, the colour that touches every single thing in the house that Dean knows he bought for them, his hands still strong when they hold him while Dean covers Cas’s lips with a miriad of light kisses. There are a lot of questions to be asked, he knows that, but if there’s something this new life has taught him it’s to priorize, so when he asks if he’s going to stay with him and Cas answers with a soft “forever” Dean doesn’t need anything else. He really really doesn’t.