#lighthouse keeper!cas

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EMPIRE

The next installment of my lighthouse keeper!Cas and writer!Dean AU drabbles. The rest can be found here.

Prompt: empire

The lighthouse and its living quarters were built in the mid-1800s. If there was one thing about places like that, it was that they had a lot of character; Clarke’s Island got some of that character, Dean found, from hideous furniture. There was one truly revolting Empire style table, all gilt and gaudy griffins or hippogriffs or whatever the hell they were. Its one redeeming quality was the way the light fell in the early morning. That and the tails of the… things made decent footholds. He’d never admit it, but it was one of his favorite places to work.

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RULE

The next installment of my lighthouse keeper!Cas and writer!Dean AU drabbles. The rest can be found here.

Prompt: rule

Dean’s number one rule: avoid complications. It worked for writing, it worked for friendships, it worked for one night stands. The one exception was Sam, and, as it was, neither was big on gestures. So when one day Cas turned to him and asked if he was allergic to anything, explained that he should know in case something happened, Dean found himself panicked. The thing was, though, that he was more freaked out that he wasn’t freaked out. He should be running for the hills, but instead he found the thought of Cas knowing such an intimate detail reassuring. Huh.

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JUBILANT

The next installment of my lighthouse keeper!Cas and writer!Dean AU drabbles. The rest can be found here.

Prompt: jubilant

Cas was not the first resident of Clarke’s Island Dean had met. The first was a huge, gray Maine Coon with tattered ears and crooked whiskers who’d slunk up to the dock while Dean unloaded his belongings from the water taxi. The word 'persnickety' came to mind when Dean thought of The Cat. But now it purred like a V8 as Cas tickled his fingers under its chin, closing its eyes in ecstasy. Cas beamed down at the animal, face unmasked and open like a sun-hungry poppy. They basked in each others’ company and Dean’s chest felt a little tight.