up on melancholy hill
hi! i wrote a thing on ao3, beta'd by the magnificent @yourfinalbow! this is the first fic i've written and i really wanted to share it with y'all!
It had been raining all night. It had been raining when Dean got into bed, belly warm and full of the fancy-ass Cuban sandwiches he had made for dinner. It had been raining when Cas closed their bedroom door, finished with his nightly cup of chamomile tea. And it is raining now, as Dean opens his eyes to find himself alone in their room.
He sighs and rubs his hand down his face. The room is dark, but the faint light from the window is enough for him to find his way out to the hallway. The middle of May, as it turns out, isn’t actually very warm for where they live now. Dean reaches into the hallway closet and pulls Cas’ trenchcoat out. He knows that Cas isn’t going to wear it when Dean gives it to him, but it might keep both of them a little warmer.
Dean slowly opens the front door, not surprised to find it unlocked. Cas comes out here enough, and Dean’s just learned to go with it. Ever since life got mostly back to normal, Cas has been, well, a little restless. The transition from an angel of the lord to an old man whose hair is starting to go gray wasn’t an easy one. Sometimes Dean would lose Cas, searching high and low in their small town only to find him in a corner of the public library, reading a book to himself under his breath. Other times Cas would be sitting in the garden, inspecting the undersides of sunflower leaves. But at night, Cas would usually come out to the porch, no matter the weather. Sometimes he’d stay there for an hour, occasionally even two. Dean would eventually come out and coax him back inside. Neither of them minded, though. It was an excuse to breathe in the cool night air and just be.
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tagging some mutuals under the cut(sorryyy :)))
