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Dean bit the extra skin on his bottom lip, a habit he’d been doing the past few weeks. “Hey Sammy.”
Sam didn’t bother with any form of greeting, cutting straight to the point. “Where are you? I tried to come around to your apartment and you weren’t there. You haven’t done anything stupid have –“
“Relax,” Dean shut him up, “I’m with Cas.”
There was a pause, long enough to make Dean feel even more self-conscious and awkward. “With Cas?” Sam asked slowly.
“Yeah.” Dean nodded, heart beating hard. He knew Sam wanted Dean to be with Cas, he’d been telling Dean to go find Cas and sort out the entire mess from the get go. But he knew Sam had some kind of reservations because he didn’t know the true nature as to why they’d had their break in the first place. Sam always wanted to know everything, especially when it came to Dean.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked.
“Yeah,” Dean nodded again, “we’re okay. We’re gonna be okay,” he said aloud, certain of it now. He and Cas needed time. They needed to talk about things and Dean needed to understand more about the whole angel thing, though he doubted he was ever going to truly understand the bigness of it all. Perhaps it would be better if he never did realise the true nature of how fucking big it was that his boyfriend used to be an angel and had risked everything to save him. Thinking about it made Dean’s head hurt.
“Um, we’re going to Daphne’s. Remember when I said we were planning on going to see Cas’ friend, to see the new baby?” he offered. The plans had been fixed weeks ago. Daphne had had a little girl and had told Cas to come by when they did the christening, a perfect time to catch up. Dean and Cas had meant to go a few days earlier than the actual christening date, but because of everything that had happened, they were going to be getting there just in time for the ceremony.
“Yeah, I remember.” Sam sighed, sounding more than relieved that Dean wasn’t dead in a ditch somewhere. With how much of a mess Dean had been the past few weeks, it wasn’t surprising that Sam had been worried. “So, you and Cas are okay?” Sam’s voice softened.
“Yeah. I think – I think it’ll be good for us to get away for a couple of days, y’know?” Dean said, knowing the truthfulness of that statement. They needed to be alone for a while. They couldn’t talk about their shit in front of people, they needed space. Getting out of town, where everywhere Dean looked was a reminder of the crash and angels, was probably a good idea too.
“Okay. Just – look after yourself,” Sam told him, voice firm. “I’ve been worried about you. I still am,” he admitted. Dean knew if he could see his little brother, he'd be cutting his bottom lip to shreds with his teeth and would be running a hand through his maddeningly too long hair as Jess tried to calm him down. Come to think of it, Dean hadn't been helping Sam all that much by being such a fucking mess, the kid already had enough on his plate, he didn’t need to placate a fucked up brother as well. But it wasn’t Dean’s fault and he knew Sam wouldn’t see it as some kind of chore either.
“Well, I’m always worried about you so I guess it’s payback,” Dean tried to joke, though he already knew it would fall flat before it even left his mouth.
Sam blew an irritated breath. “Dean, I’m serious.”
“I know you are,” Dean sighed.
“So don’t disappear. At least text me over the next few days. Just don’t ignore me like you’ve been trying to ignore me these past few weeks.” Sam’s voice continued to be serious. Dean had worried his brother that was for certain.
“I’ll text you,” Dean promised. He spotted Cas ambling over then, a receipt in his hand for paying their much needed gas. Daphne’s house was a good drive away. “Look, I’ve got to go. But I’m fine so stop worrying okay? I’m with Cas and it’s all good.” He didn’t let Sam speak, quickly mumbling a goodbye as he hung up the phone. He knew Sam would be swearing on the other end but it didn’t matter, he’d have forgotten it by the time he saw Dean again.
“Hey,” Dean said as Castiel got into the car, shutting the door behind him with a gentle thud. Dean used the time to shove his phone back into his pocket with as little elegance as possible.
“Were you on the phone?” Castiel asked, slotting his seatbelt back on, eyebrows raised curiously.
“Yeah,” Dean nodded, “with Sammy. I was just, uh, telling him that I was with you and we were going to Daphne’s,” he explained.
“Oh,” Castiel paused, “okay.”
“Okay.” Dean mumbled.
And then they were silent again. It was like as soon as they’d got into the damn car, the quiet had engulfed them and they didn’t know how to fucking talk to each other. Screw the fact that they’d literally screwed each other for the past two days, never leaving the bedroom apart from to pee and eat. Perhaps that was the fucking problem. They had hardly spoken, hardly properly talked since that one talk about whether Dean had forgiven Cas or not. After that, they’d just been having sex and cuddling with hardly any words spoken between them. Not until they’d started to pack to go to Daphne’s anyway, though the conversation for that was just whether they’d packed enough underwear and socks. Not really the mind blowing talk they needed to have.
So now there was an awkward silence that neither of them knew how to break.
Dean wet his lips, desperate to start some kind of conversation that didn’t start with angels or car crashes. “Excited to see Daphne?”
“Yes. Very much so.” Castiel smiled. “And to see Mike. And Lucy. Especially Lucy.”
“Finally gonna meet your goddaughter.” Dean spoke. And then he winced when he realised he’d inadvertently just said the word God. For fucks sake, even when he put it out of his mind, it popped right back up again.
“Yes.” Castiel nodded. He must have noticed Dean’s face because then he was reaching over and grabbing Dean’s hand as he started the engine.
They needed to talk, Dean knew it. But starting the talk was the most difficult thing. He didn’t know how to start it and he didn’t know where to even begin. Castiel had had an entire life before Dean, which could span millions of fucking years. Where the hell was Dean supposed to start when there were years and years before him? Years of things he would never be able to comprehend.
“I –“ Dean started to speak, to say something fucking important. To tell Cas that he wanted to know everything about what he once was, to ask him to talk about how much he remembered of Dean’s life, whether it was everything or just a fingerprint of it between all of the rest of his long memories.
“I –“ Dean swallowed, “I’m excited to meet them too.” He chickened out before he even realised it.
Castiel only squeezed his hand tighter.
Daphne was what Dean had expected of her. Welcoming. Friendly. A little shy and serious, definitely an introvert. And, to add, a tiny bit frazzled because she’d just had a baby. She had a kind face though, green eyes, mildly dark hair, and a gentle smile. Mike was just as friendly, dark skin with deep brown eyes and full lips that were stretched into an almost permanent goofy grin.
Dean took a step back as he watched Cas be enveloped into hugs by the both of them. Cas wasn’t a hugger with people besides Dean by any means, but he folded into their arms with ease. The hugs barely lasted seconds though. Mike did the usual pat on the back ‘manly’ hug, whilst Daphne was a little longer, a gentle squeeze before she was stepping back and taking her husband’s hand.
Lucy, of course, was the star of the show, still young enough to look a bit like a wrinkled pensioner. But she was a beautiful little thing, face and fists scrunched as she sleepily blinked up at Dean and Cas. By the look on Cas’ face, he was already enamoured with her. The wonderment on Cas’ features hurt Dean’s heart.
One thing that Dean hadn’t been expecting, however, was for Daphne to be religious. It had never came into conversation with Cas, but as Dean and Castiel went into the spare bedroom for the weekend, Dean couldn’t help but notice the array of crosses. It wasn’t the odd one here and there, they were fucking everywhere. And there were angel figurines too, little plaques that had scripture on them. Some of them, Dean recognised from when he was a kid.
“There’s a lot of crosses and angels and shit,” Dean said, scratching his cheek. He dropped his bag onto the carefully made up bed, huffing when he remembered the awkward talk they'd had only seconds before. Daphne had apologised that they only had one spare bedroom now that Lucy’s things had overtaken the other. At first, Dean had been confused that Cas wouldn't have told one of his oldest friends about his and Dean’s relationship, but it was obvious by the look on Cas’ face that he'd very much insinuated it over the phone, though Daphne had been too scatter brained with baby brain to fully take note.
The pleased expression on Daphne face as she'd watched Dean and Cas walk upstairs together told Dean that, while she was religious, she wasn't using her supposed religion as an excuse to be a homophobic asshole. So that was good.
“Daphne is very religious.” Castiel replied, carefully pulling out his clothes to hang them in the space provided.
“Huh,” Dean hummed. Even when they were trying to get away from all of that shit, it was still creeping up them.
“Yes.” Castiel nodded. “She believes that there is a purpose for everything,” he continued to talk, shrugging. “I remember that whenever I was feeling particularly bad when I lived here, she used to try and use God as a way to make me feel better.” He smiled, though it was a sad one. “But I didn’t believe in Him so it didn’t work. She meant well, Daphne always means well, but it stopped me from wanting to talk about my problems. Because she would just tell me that everything had a reason, a purpose, and it would only make me madder. Looking back, I should have just talked to her and explained I didn’t want to hear about God’s purpose, but…” He sighed.
“You’d gone through a shit ton of stuff when you came to live with Daphne. It’s not exactly surprising that you didn’t want to cause a fuss,” Dean told him, understanding why Cas hadn’t wanted to call Daphne out on something when she’d been trying her best to help. Dean knew how it felt to have people pandering to you, trying to make you feel better, only they ended up making you feel worse. “Bet she’d have a heart attack if you told her who you really were,” Dean murmured, trying to find a sock in his duffel. Why were they so damn hard to find?
“I’m just Castiel,” Cas replied tightly.
“Yeah, I know,” Dean agreed, he knew how true that was. Cas remembered all of his past, knew everything about what he'd once been, yet he hadn't changed one bit. That told Dean that Cas had been exactly the same when he'd had a pair of wings on his shoulders, the outcast, the quirky one, the angel who fought for the underdog. Sure, some of his personality would have evolved through his humanity, but the core of him, the very thing that made Cas Cas hadn't changed. What Dean had fallen in love with hadn't disappeared now that Cas had his mighty memories back. He was still the same.
“But you didn’t always look like that, did you?” Dean nodded at Cas’ appearance, wondering what he had looked like when he'd watched over Dean all of those fucking years.
Castiel averted his gaze, the corners of his mouth down pulling. “We should get ready for the christening.” He avoided the topic, unbuttoning his shirt.
During the christening ceremony, Dean stayed seated whilst Castiel stood next to his old friends and his new goddaughter, who looked very displeased to have her head wetted. Dean knew he was supposed to be watching Lucy and the ceremony itself, but his gaze never left Castiel’s. Castiel, in a tweed suit with elbow patches that he’d bought especially for the occasion, was crying, small, silent wept tears. And Dean knew they weren’t just because of the beauty of Lucy. It hit Dean how fucking brave Cas had been to still come to the christening after remembering everything. They were in a fucking church. The home for people who believed in a God above, who believed in angels. And Cas was standing there, as brave as he could be, when he knew he’d once been an angel himself.
Once the ceremony was over, Dean wasted no time in rushing over to Cas. He kissed him, plain and simple, finally settling the itch he’d had for the entire ceremony.
“I love you,” Dean mumbled against Cas’ mouth. He wished he could say more. He wished he could tell Cas how proud he was of him for walking into that damn church, for ducking his head down and praying, for singing hymns that were once sung to him and his family.
Castiel seemed surprised at the words, but he didn’t struggle to say them back. “I love you too.”
And then they were rushed into photographs by Daphne, who was pulling them into a group photo eagerly. And then there were even more photos, then there was the small party where Cas was dragged this way and that when his old friends spotted him along the flock of people. Dean kept hold of his hand though it all, never leaving his side.
Once everyone had left the house, it was cleaning duty. Daphne and Mike had tried to stop Dean and Cas from helping out, but they’d outright refused and started tidying anyway, much to Daphne’s fretful transgression. Finally, Dean had to let go of Castiel’s hand.
He hadn’t been meaning to eavesdrop, Dean really hadn’t, he’d been setting off to the kitchen to give Daphne and Cas, who were on washing up duty, some glasses he’d found tucked in the downstairs bathroom (why the fuck they’d been there, Dean didn’t know). But when he heard Daphne and Cas’ voices, he found himself stopping in the doorway, listening to their words.
“The ceremony was beautiful,” Castiel offered as he dried a squeaky clean plate.
“Thank you,” Daphne placed a hand on Cas’ forearm for a moment, leaving wetness there, “I’m glad you could be here.”
“I’m going to try and visit more often. I don’t want Lucy to be walking and talking the next time I see her,” Castiel replied. Dean couldn’t see Cas’ face, but he knew by the tone of his voice he was frowning. Clearly, Castiel was taking godfather duty seriously.
“I’ll make sure to send you pictures too,” Daphne promised.
“Thank you.”
There was a pause. Just as Dean was about to stop being so fucking nosey and walk in, Daphne started to speak again. “Dean is lovely. Just as lovely as you told me he was,” she nudged Cas in the ribs good heartedly.
Castiel tilted his head so Dean could see half of his features. “Yes.” Castiel smiled, a fond one that still looked like it had hurt behind it. None of Cas’ smiles since he’d remembered what he’d once been had been entirely happy, not one. Dean was only just realising that.
Daphne peered at Castiel, seemingly seeing the upset like Dean. She was obviously observant and knew Cas more so than Dean could have predicted. “How have you been, Cas? Really?” she added, apparently knowing that Cas could hide things a lot. “I mean, I didn’t even know you were dating that man in there. I’ve been so wrapped up with the baby, it feels like I’ve hardly asked about you.”
“You’ve just had a child,” Cas reminded her, “you’re allowed to be selfish.”
Daphne shook her head in disagreement. “I don’t think that’s true. It feels like I haven’t properly spoken to you in months. If I didn’t even know you had a boyfriend, what else have I missed?”
Castiel sighed, shoulders tightening. “A few things.”
“Like?” Daphne prompted.
“I’ve –“ Castiel sighed. “I’ve remembered things,” he admitted, making Dean’s heart stop. “I’ve remembered everything.”
The announcement surprised Daphne as much as Dean. “What?” She asked; she was trying to keep her voice controlled, but Dean heard the shock, the worry. It was clear that she knew how much of a big deal it was that Castiel remembered anything at all, let alone all of it.
Castiel gripped the towel in his hold tightly. “It’s been difficult,” he murmured, making Dean swallow hard.
Daphne twisted her body to give Cas her full attention. She could detect how Cas was trying to understate things. “How difficult?” she asked softly.
“I’ve been trying to keep it all – to handle it,” he stumbled on his words, voice very small, “but I fear I’m not doing very well with it.”
A lump in Dean’s throat formed. Cas was talking more about it to Daphne than he’d done to him. He was finally fucking opening up and explaining how he felt about it all. And it wasn’t to Dean. It was with someone else.
“Does Dean know?” Daphne asked.
“Yes, he – he knows. Of course he does. But some of it involves him and I don’t want to talk about it with him and overwhelm him. I’ve already put so much on his shoulders with the memories I told him, it’s not fair.” Castiel was careful with his words, but his voice was hitching. He was close to tears.
“I doubt he sees it that way,” Daphne stated what was fucking obvious to Dean. Of course Dean wanted to hear Cas talk about it, of course he wanted Cas to be able to feel like he could confide in him. That was the whole fucking point of a relationship.
“I see it that way,” Castiel insisted, “I shouldn’t –“ his voice broke and Dean could hear the tears in his words, “I shouldn’t have remembered, it would have been better – I never wanted to know and now that I do, it’s ruined things. Dean and I – it’s put something between us and I know that he doesn’t blame me, but – but –“ He stopped talking then, crying too hard now. And Dean had had enough of standing there listening.
“Cas,” he stumbled as he ran into the kitchen, placing the glasses on the kitchen table so he could reach over to Cas. Everything else was forgotten.
Castiel’s eyes widened when he realised Dean had been hearing it all. “Dean,” he shook his head, face crumbling, “I’m sorry.” Dean didn’t know what he was apologising for, whether it was the crying or something much bigger. Perhaps he was just apologising for everything.
“Shh.” Dean pulled him into a tight embrace, watching Daphne quietly walk out of the kitchen with a worried expression. “It’s alright baby, it’s alright.”
“It’s – it’s not,” Castiel insisted, gripping onto Dean’s shirt tightly, dampening it with tears as he blew frustrated breaths between the cries.
“No, it is. It’s gonna be alright. We’re okay,” he promised. He held Cas as he cried, pressing small kisses to the top of Cas’ head and behind his ear. He needed Cas to understand that it was going to be okay. Sure, they’d hit a rough patch, but it wasn’t going to be fucking easy when they put fucking angels into the mix. Besides, relationships were never easy. But they were going to be okay.
Suddenly, Castiel leant out from Dean’s touch. His eyes were rimmed red, snot and tears wetting his cheeks and under his nose. “I’m going to – I’m going to go see Lucy,” he decided.
Dean wanted to tell him to fucking stay with him, but he had a feeling that Cas might need a moment alone. And being around Lucy seemed to calm Castiel anyway. “Okay.” Dean regretfully dropped his hands from Cas’ frame. “I’ll be there in a little while, okay?” he asked, hoping that Castiel wouldn’t shut him down and say he wanted to be alone for the rest of the night. They needed to be together, else this was never going to get sorted.
“Okay,” Castiel agreed, wiping at his face with the back of his hand.
Dean bit his bottom lip. “Love you,” he offered quietly.
Through the tears, Castiel smiled, albeit it was a tired one. “I love you too.”
Castiel left him then. With nothing to do, Dean resumed the washing up, figuring the time it took him to do that would be ample time for Cas to be alone. And then Dean could go find him and maybe fucking talk.
“Where’s Cas?” Daphne’s voice came out of fucking nowhere, making Dean jump.
Dean turned his head, rubbing at his wet eyes to see Daphne standing in the doorframe, looking extremely concerned. “He’s gone to go check on Lucy,” Dean explained. “I think you need to be careful, cause I think he’s planning on stealing her and bringing her back with us.” Dean tried to keep the tone light, knowing he was doing a shit job of it.
“Is he okay? You don’t have to tell me anything, nothing at all, other than whether he’s okay.” Daphne folded her arms, something that must have been a habit of hers when she was feeling nervous.
“Yeah.” Dean curled his shoulders inwards. “Its just – it’s been a tough few weeks. For both of us.”
“But you’re both going to be okay,” Daphne didn’t phrase it as a question, which actually soothed Dean. If Daphne thought they were going to be okay and didn’t even second guess it, maybe they were actually going to be okay.
“Yeah, we’re working on it. A lot of shit, uh, stuff happened. Stuff,” he corrected the curse word. “But we’re working on it.” Dean nodded affirmatively.
Daphne smiled, a small one that lit up her serious features. “You’re allowed to swear in front of me, Dean.”
Even with all the shit going on in his life, he couldn’t help but huff at that. “Right, sorry. I’m just not used to being around really religious people, that’s all.” He shrugged.
“No one you know is religious?” Daphne asked, sounding surprised.
“Not really. My mom was. And I was for a little while, when I was younger.” Dean offered.
“Not anymore?”
Dean wet his lips, forgetting about the dirty dishes so he could lean against the counter. “I think that there’s a God out there, I do. I’m pretty certain of it, actually. Well, at least recently, uh, something happened that kind of proved it to me, that He exists,” Dean explained, keeping it cryptic, else he wouldn’t be able to stop himself and would start chatting shit about Cas being an angel or something. “But I don’t believe in Him. I believe in the people around me, those who are trying their hardest to get by. Like my brother. And my friends. I –“ he paused, feeling like he was, yet again, about to well up, “I believe in Cas. That’s who I believe in.” He smiled apologetically. “Sorry,” he offered.”
“You don’t need to apologise,” Daphne smiled warmly. “You’re allowed to believe whatever you want to believe. For some, it’s comfort to know that there’s a God. I know it comforts me. But for some, it doesn’t comfort them at all. I think, really, it’s whatever gets you through the day.”
“Yeah.” Dean nodded, suddenly feeling a whole lot closer to Daphne. It was obvious why, through all of the people Cas had met on his travels before settling in Dean’s town, Daphne was the person he’d chosen to keep in his life. Cas had a habit of choosing really good fucking people to have around him.
By the time they were getting changed into their pyjamas and settling into bed, Dean and Castiel still hadn’t talked, not how Dean wanted to anyway. It was hanging over their heads and Dean knew, he fucking knew, that if they didn’t talk about it, things were never going to be fixed. Castiel was always going to think he couldn’t talk about his past with Dean, and Dean was always going to worry about not knowing how to deal with the bigger picture of Cas’ past.
But the thought to talk kind of dissipated when Dean got onto the mattress, that sunk around him heavenly. “Shit this bed is comfy.”
“Dean,” Castiel reprimanded him as he pulled on his last sock, “there's a baby in this house.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “I didn't know the baby had Vulcan hearing.”
“It's your fault that I know what that means.” Castiel complained with a sigh.
“Shut up and come to bed,” Dean whined. Maybe they’d have their chat tomorrow. Castiel was tired and obviously not in the mood. Dean was tired too after hours of driving and shuffling around nonstop all day. They needed to rest. But tomorrow, tomorrow they would talk.
Following Dean’s words, Castiel climbed into bed, wasting no time in cuddling up to Dean so he could hide his face against Dean’s chest.
Dean, even with all of shit hanging above their heads, couldn’t help but smile. “God, we're like fucking octupus' aren’t we? Octupus’” he frowned, “octupi?” he offered, wondering what the hell the plural word was for octopus. Or was it just fucking octopus? Kinda like sheep? Shit, he really needed to go to sleep.
“Octopodēs,” Castiel yawned, “you always have pie on the brain.”
“Shut up.” Dean grinned, because things felt like they were getting back to normal. It was happening slowly, but this was the most light hearted conversation they’d had since coming off their ‘break’. Maybe they just needed time after all. Time to heal.
“And I prefer to think of us as otters,” Castiel added after a moment of restful quiet.
Well, that was a fucking new one. “Otters?” Dean frowned.
“Yes. When they sleep on the water, they hold hands so they don't lose each other,” Castiel explained tiredly.
And that just made Dean’s heart pathetically surge. “I love you,” he replied simply. God, he really fucking did. He loved Cas and that was never going to change, even if the guy turned around and told him he used to be a fucking alien before he was an angel. Nothing would stop him from loving the man in his arms. Nothing.
“I love you too,” Castiel said, on a roll with the animal talk now, “and of course there's penguins.”
“What do penguins do?" Dean yawned.
“They give the other a rock and then mate for life.” Castiel explained, nuzzling Dean’s chest.
“You never gave me a rock,” Dean mumbled, though he figured saving his life even though he wasn’t supposed to kind of trumped a dumb rock. He wasn’t going to say that out loud though, simply settling with, “Any other animal facts you want to throw at me or can we go to sleep now?”
"We can go to sleep,” Castiel decided.
There was a moment of silence. Castiel’s breathing was starting to regulate, on the tip of drifting off. But Dean was still thinking about how there were so many unspoken things between them. He was still visualising Cas crying in that kitchen only a few hours before because he was hurting, overwhelmed, and thought he couldn’t talk to Dean about it because he would hurt and overwhelm Dean too.
“Hey Cas?” Dean mumbled.
“Mm?” Castiel hummed, grabbing a fistful of Dean’s t-shirt. He was ready to sleep, Dean realised. By the looks of the dark circles under Cas’ eyes, he hadn’t been sleeping well. He might have been having the necessary hours and more, but he was struggling to have a full sleep that didn’t involve a nightmare or a fitful night.
Dean licked his lips, unsure of how to sugar coat it. Scared to hear the answer. “You’re – you’re okay, right?” he asked, hesitating.
Castiel was quiet, his grip of Dean’s shirt tightening. He burrowed into Dean, nuzzling into Dean’s chest. The pause made Dean know that the answer wasn’t going to be pleasant. “I don’t know,” he admitted, voice soft.
Dean smoothed down Cas’ hair, scratching the nape of Cas’ neck gently. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Castiel huffed tiredly. “I wouldn’t know where to start.”
“But you can talk about it, if you ever want to. I know that I’m not exactly the best when we talk about angels and shit, but I’m trying. And I want to hear about it all, I do,” Dean mumbled, doing his fucking best.
Castiel was silent. And then a quiet, “Okay.”
“So whenever you’re ready to talk about it all, you can talk about it with me. I want to know it all, honestly.” Dean kissed the top of Cas’ head.
“Okay,” Cas repeated, hand coming up to grip Dean’s forearm, holding on tightly.
Silence. And Castiel sounded like he was going to go to sleep again. And yet, Dean still needed to know one more thing.
Dean bit the inside of his cheek worriedly. “We’re gonna be alright though, aren’t we?” he asked, voice small. He needed Cas to be confident in the answer, needing him to be positive that they were going to be just fine.
There wasn’t a pause this time. “Yes,” he answered, sure of it. “We’re going to be okay.” He squeezed Dean’s forearm. “I know it.”
Just by chance, Dean looked down at Cas’ hand, holding onto Dean’s forearm. His hand was placed on Dean’s tattoo, on the hand print that he’d once created so many years ago. Absurdly, Cas’ hand fitted the hand print, like the tattoo had been inked around his fingers and palm. It should have been impossible, for it to fit so perfectly. The tattoo had been done once the bruise had disappeared, done by memory alone. It should have been fucking impossible.
Funnily enough though, even though it should have had Dean sitting up in bed and hysterically laughing or crying at the unfeasibility of their life, Dean wasn’t even surprised anymore. One thing was for certain, God must have a fucking weird sense of humour.
The last thing Dean saw before he shut his eyes was Cas’ hand slotted onto the handprint tattoo. “Yeah,” he agreed, “me too.”
They were going to be just fine.