“You know,” Dean says, leaning against the wall. “This is the dumbest buddy comedy there’s ever been.”
I fail to see anything comedic about it.
“Yeah. I know.” Dean bounces a ball off the wall. “So it’s gonna take a while for you to get your strength back?”
“You got a ballpark on that?”
“Like, on a scale of one week to forever-“
I don’t know, Dean, Cas snaps.
“Don’t get pissy with me-“
“You’re fuckin’ reeking of pissy, dude.”
They lapse into sullen silence. Dean keeps bouncing the ball.
I’m sorry, Cas finally mumbles.
“Sorry? The hell are you sorry for?”
For the way Sam and Eileen look at you. And don’t tell me it doesn’t bother you, because I know you’re lying.
Dean bounces the ball off the wall a little more viciously than before. Eventually, he catches it and just… holds it.
“Listen,” Dean finally says. “The way this works, you can tell when I’m telling the truth, right? You can tell if I’m bullshitting or not?”
“Okay. So. I’m gonna say some stuff, and I want you to tell me if I’m lying.”
“My name is Dean Winchester.”
“Every dad I’ve ever had is dead.”
Dean, are you just going to say things I already know are facts or-
“I love you,” Dean says, a little too loudly. “I’ve loved you for a really, really long time. I loved you when you were homicidal, and I loved you when you were insane, and I loved you when you hated me. In fact, I have probably always loved you. I’ve loved you through every phase of you, and I love you now.” It’s easier to say when not actually facing Cas, but it doesn’t stop the anxiety that rises in the face of Cas’ silence. “Cas, c’mon, man-“
You’re. Cas sounds almost choked up. You’re telling the truth. And I… I have never hated you.
Dean swallows. “Okay. So. If we’re stuck like this forever, if nothing ever gets better, shit, if Sam locks me up in a fuckin’ nuthouse, none of that matters, because the only thing that matters is that you’re here, with me. The looks from Sam and Eileen suck, and I hate ‘em, but they’re a price I’ll pay every time, cause it’s better than not having you here. Am I lying?
“Alright. So. Quit moping. Cause I’m stuck with you, and you’re bringing me down.”
You’re going to have to quit drinking, Cas finally says. It’s my liver, too, now.
Dean groans. “You’re like the worst kinda Pentecostal roommate, Cas.”
And we’re going to need to figure out a strategy. We’re going to need to figure out… how all this works.
“Cas,” Dean cuts in. “I know. It’s all gonna be fine.”
How can you believe that?
“I have you back. That’s all I need.”
Cas is quiet long enough that Dean starts bouncing the ball again.
I missed you, Dean Winchester, Cas finally murmurs. At the end of all things, I missed you. And I am… glad to be here with you again.
Dean smiles faintly. “Yeah. Me, too.” He gets to his feet. “What do you think about some lunch?”
Salads would be good for you.
“Listen, I’ll harbor your soul for as long as I have to but I draw the line at you turning me into a fuckin’ vegetarian.”
I’m not turning you into a vegetarian, Dean, Cas answers in a way that means Dean can hear the eyeroll. I simply would like to take care of my vessel.
“Gonna turn me into Sam.”
I would never. I like you the way you are.
And, in spite of everything, Dean smiles.
“Yeah, Cas,” he answers softly. “I know.”
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