Jan 12, 2021
Summary: Cas wanders the perimeter of his childhood bedroom, running his fingers over the spines of his favorite books, smoothing down the flipped corner of a long ago hung poster. Pulling up the blind, he looks out over the snow-covered yard illuminated by the street light. He remembers seeing Dean there, standing in jeans and a t-shirt on a hot summer night, rocking on the balls of his feet after tossing pebbles at Cas’s window. Waiting for Cas to tiptoe his way down the stairs, holding his shoes and his breath as he slipped out the back door.
Written for the @deancastropefest midwinter 5k
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