When Cas moves in, he doesn’t stay still.
It drives Dean up the wall. Cas is in, Cas is out, at all hours of the day or night. Maybe he’s walking in the woods nearby for four hours. Maybe he’s in a nice little old lady’s house, helping to screw in a lightbulb, because he’s tall enough to do it without a ladder and she saw him walking past and asked nicely. Maybe he’s baking at three in the morning, not for the taste of the food (of course), just because he saw a recipe online and wanted to try making a freaking bundt cake.
Eventually, Dean just says, “Look. You can do whatever. Come and go as you please, no complaints from me. But just text me now and then, alright? Tell me what the hell is going on with you and I’ll stop calling you with questions. Stop freaking me out.”
His texts start simple. I’m going out. I’m walking. I’m shopping for food. But they gradually become more detailed. I’m watching the sun go down, it’s beautiful. I am having a discussion about particle theory with this professor I met in Starbucks, who is inviting me to guest-speak at his college. I wanted to know what a light saber was so I went into a toy store and now I have bought three because they are very satisfying to swing around.
Dean reads every one of the texts with a specific look on his face, that Sam comes to recognise.
I’m out in the woods because I needed a walk.
I’m out in the woods because I needed some air.
I’m out in the woods because I needed to think.
Those are the ones Cas sends most often. Dean doesn’t know that Cas needs a walk because his hands ache when he’s around Dean, god how they ache, just to be touched. Dean doesn’t know that Cas needs some air because all he can breathe around Dean seems to be the word please, in and out of his lungs. Dean doesn’t know that all Cas thinks about is him.
But one day, when Cas texts I’m out in the woods. I wish you were here too, Dean starts to guess.
When Dean texts back I’m on my way, that’s when Cas starts to guess, too. Starts to guess that he isn’t the only one - not alone in aching hands and breathless lungs and thoughts that are magnetised. Not alone in wanting.
And when Dean finds him - not alone in the woods.
Their eyes meet, and Cas stands perfectly still.
When they come home, their hands are not aching.
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