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The morning started with dark clouds and heavy wind, unusual weather for a tourist trap like Graceport. Dean didn’t mind though, because bad weather meant sleeping in and sleeping in with Cas was the best kind of morning. This time, he was the big spoon so he snuggled into his boyfriend even more, leaving soft kisses on the nape of his neck and sighed. Dean couldn’t ask for a better start of his day.
A soft melody had just started to register in Dean’s brain, it playing downstairs.
Can I go where you go?
Dean laughed at the song. He hated to say it but if there was a Taylor Swift song that could describe his relationship with Cas, it was this one.
You’re my, my, my, my lover
Their days were usually busy, with Dean’s job at the library and looking for online courses for a degree on education and Cas’ classes in the day and taking care of the Garrison on the weekends. Their past year together had been far from perfect, but it had been theirs and it was everything they needed to be happy. They were happy.
However, it couldn’t all be sunshine and rainbows, or in their case, chrome and hard rock. A new illness was spreading throughout the world and Dean got slapped more than once for calling it the apocalypse. They weren’t thrilled that they were trapped in the shop for the next who knows how many weeks. But it was to stay healthy and let others be healthy too so they couldn’t complain. Much. It could be worse and this only gave them the opportunity to be with each other 24/7. So, there were really no complaints from them.
They hadn’t been alone in the shop when the state had announced the quarantine. Sam had been with them, along with their new employee, Madison, so they were all together in the shop until further notice. Sam didn’t mind because he had the hugest crush on the girl and that made him play romantic songs like the already mentioned Tay-Tay.
Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?
With every guitar string scar on my hand
I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover
“Mmmm.” Cas was starting to wake up and that made Dean happy and forget about his brother downstairs. “What time is it?”
“Around eight.” Dean replied lowly, voice hoarse from sleep.
“It’s still early.” He groaned.
“Yeah. Good thing I’m here for you, huh.” Dean said, playfully. He started to kiss his boyfriend’s jaw, the latter not complaining now.
Since Cas had moved to the apartment on top of the Garrison, Dean had practically moved in. Their parents didn’t mind because their relationship, according to them, had started since they met in 2017, they just hadn’t realized it then. And the couple agreed.
They had been too foolish, too stubborn, too young to see it, but everyone else had.
My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue
All’s well that ends well to end up with you
Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover
The pair didn’t mind the years they lost though, because they had many years yet to come and they were going to enjoy them, every last bit.