We were discussing DeanCassie in the spn server last night and this is the result, special thanks to Kate @hellerism for the idea of Cassie working with monsters <3
Dean and Cassie don’t have many excuses to see each other. They keep in touch as well as they can, but it’s been a few years since they’ve met in person. They’re at a coffee shop now, at a table tucked in the corner. It’s getting dark out, and their coffees have been empty for a good hour, but neither wants to interrupt the conversation to order a refill.
It’s not particularly late, but they’re both fading. Dean’s worn out from toddler wrangling and Cassie was up late the night before finishing an article. But it’s not a bad feeling, it’s just made everything outside of each other feel a bit fuzzy. They’re in their own world. Their conversation fades in and out, but the silence is companionable. Just being together is comfortable in the way that being with old friends always is. The coffee shop is warm, and the drinks were good, and they love each other. Not in the same way that they used to, but the love they had for each other when they were young has never really gone away, it’s just settled. It’s a warm presence in their chests, and it fills the air whenever they’re together.
They get to talking about work, and Cassie lights up, filled with stories about the people (and others) she’s been working with. She lives in the city now, working as a hotshot investigative reporter. On the side, she’s been delving into the world of the supernatural. Not as a hunter, but as an observer. She’s made acquaintances with a wide number of creatures, including some Dean has never run into. It hurts Dean’s heart to know that she’s gotten so far without getting blood on her hands, that she’s met and befriended half as many vamps as he’s killed. But he keeps that to himself, knowing from personal experience that the supernatural can be as kind as it is cruel.
Cassie is married, has been for a few years now. She’s a civilian, but Cassie’s been working in and amongst the supernatural for so long that her wife understands the salt lines at the windows and the devil’s trap under the rug in the hall. Dean congratulates her and scratches out some protective sigils on a napkin for her to carve into door frames and along the baseboards. Cassie sighs, because of course the world has gotten more complicated since they last met, but she takes the napkins anyways. They’re both fussing with their wedding rings for a while after.
They part with the promise of getting together soon, Dean agreeing to bring along Cas and Jack, and Cassie agreeing to bring her wife. They say goodbye with a hug, and Dean kisses her cheek before they pull away. They wave from the doors of their cars before getting in. They text their spouses that they’re on the way home, and they drive away.
