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Cas was confused and concerned. Years spent on earth and sarcasm never failed to stop him.

  “It’s perfect,”

  The former angel relaxed, then kissed Dean “Well I’m glad, this house was not an easy buy,”

  “Couple of rounds of pool, one trip to vegas with my lucky charm,” he rustled Cas’s hair “And we are set for life,”

  Castiel grinned, “Now help me unpack the office,”

  ‘The office’ was what they called hunters hq. Their plan was to become the bobby singer of this generation hunters. Now that they were officially in the “fucking arthritis” stage of their life, they figured they’d be more use helping younger fighters, like Krissy and Claire. It was their way of never letting go of the hunters.

  Because you can’t let go of your whole life.

  ***

“You’ve got to be the oldest person there,”

  “Well I’m 90% sure one of my professor’s is a corpse,” Sam says. He finally (20 years late) got a law school interview and today was his first day.

  “Any cute babes?”

  “Dean these people were babies the last time I was at college,”

  “Same thing,”

  Dean could hear Sam’s sighs from his end, “Gotta go, next class in 5,”

  “Don’t get into trouble, drinking permitted on every day but…”

  “Sunday and keep an ear out for cases, I know, bye Dean,”

  “Bye Sammy?”

  “How’s Sam doing?” Castiel asked, bringing in two cups of coffee.

  Dean smiles, taking his favourite mug, the one with the impala on it (Cas bought it after the real car had been damaged beyond repair) “He’s fine, he’s great actually,”

  “How late was he for the interview again?”

  “Well… this one was on a monday,” They both laughed.

  ***

  Dean still got nightmares.

  They were a wide variety of things. Most of the time, they were about deaths or memories from old cases. In this particular one, he was a demon again. The dream ended with him killing Cas and Sam.

  He woke up covered in sweat, and possibly a few tears. Once he calmed down and realized he wasn’t in a dream, he rolled over to face Cas.

  But he wasn’t there.

  Dean began to panic, worst case scenario after scenario going through his head. That’s when he remembered that Cas, like all humans, now had to pee. So he was probably just down the hall, or lost and in the kitchen or somewhere. Knowing this, he rolled onto his back and fell asleep.

  That’s when something fell onto his forehead. A single drop. It was a warm thick liquid. The second it hit his head, he knew what it was. Dean sat straight up in bed, convinced he was dreaming. Then another drop hit him, mixing into his hair, he reached up and felt it. Blood.

  Slowly, Dean looks up at the ceiling.

  The fire started.