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The cold of winter has well and truly kicked in. The skies are consistently grey and snow blankets the ground, thick and up to Dean's ankles as he shovels it out of the way of the door. Slowly and methodically, he creates a path from the house to the barn. By the end he's sweating inside his snow boots, and his hands are red raw from the cold. He rubs them together for a moment but that's painful so he stops and shoves them inside his jacket pocket because he did at least have the sense to wear one.
Aside from the cows, who he can hear making their usual morning noises wanting breakfast, everyone else is asleep. It's nice like this, despite the cold, to be able to think without someone asking him a question from ‘are you okay?’ to ‘how much are you feeding them this morning?’. He makes use of the quiet, despite his coffee knowingly growing cold in his kitchen, to go and see his favourite girl, Baby in her stable. She's laying down in her deep bed of hay when he gets there. Dean smiles, taking a photo before she notices that he's here. She's all black, though greying around her nose these days as she gets older. Dean's had her since she was a foal, born from his dad's favourite horse, though he sold her several years before he passed. Dean's not even imagining letting Baby go.
Baby nickers, and rolls to her feet, shaking off the residual hay from her sleep.
“Hey, baby girl,” he mutters. She presses her big head into Dean's face, quite rough for the time of morning but she's doing her usual plea for an early breakfast. “You want breakfast? Is that it? You don't want the good neck scratches?”
Baby nudges him again and instead of actually going to get her breakfast, Dean lets himself into her stall, pushing her back away from the door before she makes an escape. He starts with her neck, scratching her in her favourite places until he reaches all the way down her back where Dean turns to see Baby with her head in the air with her horsey little grin. Dean chuckles.
“That's the spot huh? Better than breakfast?” Dean asks. The stall is warm with the insulating hay and there's been one too many nights he's slept out here with her just because he can… because he needed to. Dean looks at his watch and finds that it's close enough to 7am that he can start doing the breakfast rounds.
“Hello, Dean.”
Dean whips round, startled. Baby snorts and sets her hooves. “Jesus, fuck!”
“Apologies, I didn't mean to startle you,” Castiel says. The guy has been here a week and a half already, but Dean's still not used to the fact there's an extra pair of hands around at this time of year.
“We should get you a bell,” Dean jokes, catching his breath and then putting on a smile.
He picked Castiel up like a stray on the side of the road along with his kid, Jack, a couple of weeks back. His car had broken down and Dean had explained to him that the garage in his little town was notorious for ripping people off. He'd offered to fix it for him. Castiel then explained he was going to be staying at the Juniper Hill motel, so Dean offered him a place to stay until he got back on his feet. It felt simple, the kindest thing to do.
Now, he's watching Castiel smile over the stable door at his jokes.
“Is Jack still asleep?” Dean asks. He makes his way out of the stall. The feed room is a small sectioned off area with a lock — he learnt the hard way that Colt could work his way around a simple latch.
“Yeah, I probably don’t have long, but I can help for a bit,” Cas tells him. Jack is a bundle of energy when he’s awake.
“Grab the hosepipe and start refilling water buckets. I’ll get on feeding the horses. Then if you still have time, or Jack wants to come too, we can feed the cows before we let ‘em out.”
Dean’s more than capable of taking on the endless list of things that need to be done each day, but the extra pairs of hands don’t hurt. Sam’s still studying, and sure he’ll help out when he can but Dean tries to keep him off the farm and on track for getting all the top grades Dean knows he is capable of - in return, Sam does keep the accounts turning over as they should. The family business is small but it’s enough to keep the lights on, keep the local cafes and diners supplied and enough for themselves too.
Dutifully and without complaint, Cas starts with Baby’s stall, dragging her water bucket to the drain and tipping the water away before setting the hosepipe to run. One of the bonuses of having the hosepipe inside is that in the winter there’s less chance of it freezing.
Dean sets out the six shallow buckets in the same order he always does. “So, you been settling in okay?” Dean asks as he scoops in the mash for Baby into one bucket, he’ll water it down when Cas gets a chance to let go of the hose.
“Yes, I think so. I never did imagine myself on a farm, but the work has been… rewarding.” Cas stops for a moment as he kinks the hose to stop the flow, bringing over to Baby’s bowl. Dean motions when there’s enough water and Cas deftly kinks the hose again before setting it in Colt’s empty water bucket. Dean definitely does not spill a scoop of alfalfa watching Cas’ hands — but if he finds himself sweeping up later…
“Good, uh, good. Just you don’t need to help of course but, I do appreciate you - the help from you.” Dean looks down at his buckets trying to get his brain back on track for what he needs to be doing. He does this every morning, why is it so hard when someone is watching.
“It’s the good kind of work. Nothing like what I did in Chicago.”
“Oh?” Dean doesn’t want to press, he’s got the feeling that Cas didn’t end up in Juniper Hills by accident and that he’s probably running away from something like some Hallmark movie (that Dean absolutely does not watch).
“I don’t think the big corporate life was ever for me,” Cas explains. “That and the fact that my ex-wife was using me.”
Dean feels utterly heartbroken by that statement, especially so early in the morning. “Well, nobody should be using a guy like you.”
“Thank you, Dean,” Cas says sincerely.
The next twenty minutes go past in near silence. Dean finishes making the horse’s breakfasts and then lets them have at it while Cas finishes off their waters. Dean busies himself with sweeping the hay from the concrete floor and filling a couple of haynets he'll set out later.
Cas’ phone pings loudly. “Uh, that's Jack awake, I should—”
“Yeah, of course. You do what you need to. I'll finish up here and then I need to feed the cows, and let ‘em out.”
Dean watches Cas go, already missing his warmth. He's a little awkward, sure, but he seems sweet. Dean's glad he saw him on the roadside.
Unlocking each stall, Dean guides his horses out to their field beside their barn. Typically they're well trained enough to just follow their usual path out to the field but today Baby pokes her head out into the cold morning and stamps her hoof. Dean guesses, with a laugh, that she's staying inside like any sane person would in this weather. He can't blame the old girl really, not when she's got her deep straw bed and her breakfast right here. Dean would probably stay inside too.
Instead, Dean trudges through the snow to the gate to let the rest of the horses out for the day. It's possible Baby will go out later when the sun decides to show itself. Colt makes a run for it as soon as the gate is open, while Starlight and Buster take a slow trot round the perimeter together. Dean's been forever grateful that his little herd works so well together.
Dean's just pushing a wheelbarrow full of hay down the centre of the cow barn when he hears the cheerful sound of Jack entering the space. Dean remembers fondly that the kid is seven years old (nearly eight!), and finds the whole process fascinating. Dean figures that growing up in the city, you don't get this kind of information. Neither Jack nor Cas seem to have been built for the city as they both fit in here at the farm just perfectly. Their enthusiasm for work exceeds that of several of the seasonal hires Dean has for the spring time.
“Do you need another bale?” Cas calls to him. Dean tips the one in his wheelbarrow out, slicing the twine with the knife he keeps attached to his belt before starting to pull it apart and spread down the lane.
“Yeah, I'll bring the wheelbarrow back down, hold on.” Dean stands to give Cas the wheelbarrow but the man just hoists an entire bale up in his arms. The city boy has arms. Dean could practically marry the guy right here and now. Jack and the cows will be their witnesses.
“Just here?” Cas asks.
Dean stares for a moment longer, listening to Cas breathe. “Uh, yeah,” he says dumbly and then even more so: “you work out?”
“Only here and there.” Cas smirks and Dean realises that he's probably teasing him. “I guess you get your work out by doing this kind of work?”
“Yeah, just… don't want to fuck my back up. You can't be too careful - I’ve already got a weird knee,” he says. Weird knee, why did he even say that. It is the truth though, he does try not to injure himself — who would look after the farm if he couldn’t.
Between the two of them, they bring out enough bales to spread through the cow shed, all the animals making satisfying noises as they get their breakfast. Jack has his rainboots on and is stomping up and down keeping an eye on things and he finally comes back to stand between Dean and Cas.
“I think everyone is happy,” he tells them.
“That’s good to hear, kid. We’ll be letting them out into the field shortly.”
“Don’t they get cold? I’m cold.” Jack does a few jumps on the spot to warm himself up and tucks himself up in his jacket. Cas pulls him in for a side hug, rubbing down Jack’s arm.
“You could go back inside. Maybe watch some TV?”
“But I want to be out here with you,” Jack protests weakly with a pout.
“You can both go inside. I got this,” Dean reminds them. Cas gives him a withering look and Dean’s insides do a funny little flip flop. He shakes himself before he can think too much about the fact that someone might actually care. “Or, let’s go get the cows to the field. Then I’m making bacon and eggs so you’re both welcome to join us at the main house. There’s plenty to go round.”
Just the thought of breakfast makes Dean instantly far hungrier than he was two minutes ago, so he sets off, Cas walking beside him and Jack skipping along behind them cheerfully saying good morning to all the cows. The gate at the other end of the shed leads to the main path out to the top field. The whole field leads up a gentle slope, crested by a copse of juniper trees which Dean assumes is what gave their little town its name in the first place.
“Can I open the gate?” Jack asks as they reach it at the end.
“Sure, kid,” Dean says with a smile. Jack isn’t quite tall enough so Dean shows him how to climb up a few bars so he can reach the lock better. He can feel the concern flowing off Cas, but the other man doesn’t say anything, instead trusting Dean to look after his boy. “It’s how my dad taught me when I was younger than Jack even,” he tells Cas by way of alleviating his worry.
“Guess I’m not used to him getting into things where we lived before.”
“He’s a sensible kid.”
Cas hums and starts forward and Jack jumps off the gate as it swings out.
“I did it!” he yells. “Go cows, be free!”
Dean can’t help but laugh and is impressed when some of them do start to move towards the open gate. “Alright, kid. Hang back before you get trampled.” Jack is good enough to follow instructions and beams up at Dean. “Yeah, you did a good job. Thanks.”
The cows will sort themselves out between the barn and the field, so Dean motions for them to head back to the house for breakfast. Aside from the first day or so, Cas has been sorting himself out for breakfast, so it’ll be nice to have the whole gang together. Dean loves cooking, so the more the merrier in his books.
Dean stamps his feet at the back door before letting himself back in. The warmth of the house heats his cheeks and he shucks off his jacket, hanging it up on the pegs by the door. Cas and Jack follow suit, leaving their shoes at the door. Miracle comes to greet them, jumping up on Dean with excitement seeing all the new people in the house.
“Nice of you to finally get out of bed, Miracle,” Dean teases, petting him between the ears. He jumps back down to circle around Cas and boops his knee several times. He is at least polite to guests, if not to Dean. Dean watches Cas crouch down to give Miracle some attention.
“Okay then, Jack, you want bacon and eggs?”
“Yes please!”
“Toast?”
“All the toast!”
Dean laughs. “Coming right up.” He turns to Cas, who’s hovering by the kitchen counter where there’s a perfectly good barstool to be sitting on. “And for you?”
“The same, please,” he says sincerely. His cheeks are flushed from the outside and he looks pretty exhausted already.
“All the toast?” Dean wonders with a grin.
“All the toast.”
Dean sets to work, if he shows off a little — he’s pretty good at cracking eggs with one hand — then no one is to know but him. Jack is keeping Miracle entertained with his favourite toy but he feels Cas’ eyes on him the whole time. He tries not to look, the sparks of eye contact sending shivers through him and making his hands falter at the stove. Just as he begins to plate up, Sam emerges from the stairs, followed by Bones with equal looks of not knowing what century they woke up in. Bones is not the farm dog around here.
“How late were you studying last night?” Dean asks as Sam sits down heavily in his chair at the dining table. He sets down three fried eggs on toast for Sam. “Jack?” he calls through and both he and Miracle come through the door and sit down.
“Uh,” Sam starts.
“Maybe don’t answer that.”
“I’ve got an assignment due at the end of the week,” Sam says as he tucks into his breakfast.
Dean runs through the accounts side of things in his head, trying to figure if there’s anything pressing, or anything he needs to take off Sam for the moment so he can get his assignment done.
“I can do both.” Sam’s voice cuts through Dean’s thoughts.
“I know I just…”
“I can do both.”
Dean snaps his mouth shut. He doesn’t look at Cas who’s sat there quietly, clearly understanding but not wanting to join in. Dean grabs his cold coffee from the side before sitting down with his own food. Jack has nearly finished his while Cas waited for Dean to sit down before starting his. The rest of breakfast goes smoothly, though Cas does scold Jack for trying to feed Bones under the table.
That evening when it’s time to bring the cows back in, Jack is tucked up warming on the sofa in the main house with a movie. Sam agrees to keep an eye on him and keep him plied with popcorn. At first Jack protested being left behind but Cas assured him after their long day out shopping for more clothing appropriate for this kind of work, it was too cold for him to be outside. It leaves Dean to work with Cas for the evening. It’s not actively snowing, but it is still bitterly cold, enough that when Dean calls for Miracle and he comes bounding through the house, Dean puts little booties on him.
“They’re cute,” Cas comments.
“Protects his feet from the cold and the salt,” Dean explains. He wraps himself up in a jacket and a beanie before bracing himself for the outdoors. Cas adds gloves to his outfit and follows Dean and Miracle out of the door.
They walk side by side to the barn in quiet. Cas nearly slips on a patch of ice but Dean catches his arm before he hits the ground.
“Thanks,” Cas says breathlessly.
Dean counts twelve cows already in the barn which means there’s fourty-one still out there in the dying light. If he were a cow, he’d have taken himself in already, he’s sure.
Dean whistles a short high pitch note, and Miracle takes off. “He’ll try and bring most of them in from the back of the field, saves us walking all the way out there. Usually I take the quad up, but it’s only got one seat.”
Cas seems shocked by the news that Dean is changing how he works for Cas. “Oh you don’t…”
“I’ll teach you to ride one soon.” Dean’s promise is true, if Cas is sticking around then he should know the basics, how to ride a quad, how to ride a horse… he already knows how to pick up a hay bale.
Slowly but surely, the cows start to file back into the barn, Dean is glad as it’s cold as balls out here and the quicker this takes, the quicker he can get back in the house for a hot shower to warm up again. This is not a night to be sleeping out in the barns. Dean turns his head when he hears the paws of Miracle running back. His tail is wagging high as he comes to a skittering stop in front of Dean. He barks, once, then twice, before pawing at the ground and taking off into the dark.
“What?” Dean mumbles as he squints out into the field. At first he doesn’t see anything but then, as his eyes adjust, he spots one last cow out in the field. “Uh, Cas. I think we may have to go out there after all.”
As Dean and Cas start walking out into the field, Miracle runs back to them.
“He's telling you something,” Cas says. Dean watches him stare into the dark hoping to see what it is.
They walk as fast as they can in the dark, Dean picking out his flashlight from his pocket so neither of them twist their ankles on unexpected divots. This would be the ideal time to have a quad, but his legs work just fine and it's what they've got to work with.
Miracle is running circles around the cow who's being stubborn as anything.
“Miracle, heel,” Dean orders. Miracle sits at Dean's right side instantly, only whining quietly. He turns his attention to the cow, shining the light on her to see what the problem is. It's only then Dean spots the small bundle of calf laying in the snow. “Ah, shit.”
“What?”
Dean shines his flashlight on the calf before crouching down beside it. They're still wet, cold too and only getting colder. Dean moves his hands to try and feel a heartbeat, hoping they're not too late.
“Still alive.” Dean takes a deep breath, shucking off his jacket and rubbing at the calf's body. It seems to huff and try to move which is a good sign, Dean wasn't sure just how dire the situation was.
Benny, their local livestock vet, can come out in the morning but right now, they need to get the calf back to the barn to warm up more. The cow doesn't seem too bothered about the fuss they're making over her baby which is good. Dean doesn't want Cas to get accidentally rammed or trampled because she's mad at Dean.
“We gotta get the calf back to the barn,” Dean tells Cas through chattering teeth.
Cas kneels next to Dean. “Let me,”
“Cas, wait. She's like seventy pounds.”
But Cas picks her up like she weighs nothing. “I got her.”
Dean puffs out a long breath of air, and focuses on getting them both, and the cow back to the barn. Cas’ feet are sturdy against the uneven ground and Dean is quietly impressed that this weird city boy is making such a good farm boy. He shines the flashlight in front of them and feels how the cow trudges behind them, huffing near his ear as she figures out where they're taking her baby.
The dim light from the barn starts to flow out to the field as they get closer and Dean turns his flashlight off to help Cas through the gate, locking it behind them both. Dean opens another gate to an isolated pen filled with straw.
“Set her down here, just watch out ‘cause mama is close behind you.”
Cas follows his instructions, setting the calf down still wrapped in Dean's jacket. The cow comes over to inspect her baby again.
Dean sits back on his haunches before his ass hits the floor and he sits and stares worn out. Moments later, Cas joins him, sitting close enough that their thighs are touching. Dean glances at him, but refrains from suggesting that his personal space issue may need some work.
“So what happens now?” Cas murmurs.
“I'm uh, gonna wait out here with her. You should go back to the house. Y’know, warm up.”
Cas’ shoulder presses into his, it's warm and Dean suddenly appreciates the heat since he's not wearing his jacket anymore. “I don't think you should be out here alone.”
“Huh?”
“I'll stay here, with you.” The words send their own warmth through Dean and he shivers. Cas removes his jacket and lets it rest over both their shoulders.
“Thanks Cas, but really—“
“Let me help.”
The sincerity in his voice makes Dean pause, really pause. It makes him want to ask Cas to stay even though it's freezing out here tonight and Cas doesn't need to be sleeping out here when there's a perfectly good bed inside for him and his son. But… he's out here still.
“Okay,” Dean whispers. “Okay.”
“Tell me what to do.”
Together they do their best to help clean up the calf. Dean confirms she's a girl and then all there is to do is wait. Dean hopes she stands within the next hour, if she doesn't there may be other issues. He's got Benny on speed dial if he really needs him, but would rather not wake the guy up unless it's necessary.
A hand settles on his thigh. “She'll be fine.”
“I know.”
And so they wait. Dean shivers, but tries to keep himself steady so Cas can't tell. He must suck at hiding it as Cas is handing him one of the old horse rugs before he gets too cold. It's not that far back to the house but neither of them seem to want to leave the other right now. The rug is large and warm once he's wrapped both himself and Cas inside it and together they watch the calf as she tries to stand. Trying is good.
It's most of half an hour before she's really standing and starting to nurse from the mama. Dean gasps as he hears a weird squeal come from the calf and then laughs quietly. She’s cute.
“Are you going to name her?” Cas asks. He yawns and rolls his shoulders.
“We don’t usually, but… how about you name her,” Dean suggests. The cows are tagged and Dean has a couple of nicknames for a few of the more troublesome ones — Miss gets-her-head-stuck-in-every-bucket-available. Dean can let one have a name, especially since it’s Cas. He used to do it as a kid, but stopped after the first time John scolded him for naming them.
“Oh… this feels like an honour,” he says quietly. “How about Honey?”
“Perfect.” Dean means it too. It may not have been the name Dean would have picked but somehow it really is perfect. Cas beams and Dean's head swims.
They chat and watch Honey for a long time. Cas briefly wonders if Jack is okay being watched by Sam and Dean assures him that Sam is a perfectly good babysitter. Dean does check his phone for any emergency SOS texts from Sam, there are none.
At one point, Cas goes quiet, Dean looks over to find Cas has nodded off, despite the early hour. Soon enough, Dean is also yawning and fighting to keep his eyes open. Honey is doing well, even though she had an early start to life and a cold one. Had Dean known the cow was that close to giving birth, he'd have separated her out and kept her in the barn where she would have been safe and warm. Both mom and baby are doing okay and maybe he and Cas should go back to their own beds… but Cas looks so relaxed leant up against the barn walk with half a horse rug over his shoulders. The other half is slung over Dean, keeping them close.
Maybe they could take a few hours nap, then they can make sure the baby makes it through the night. Dean relaxes against the barn wall, watching Honey take much stronger steps than she did earlier on spindly legs that seem too small to hold her up. Quietly, Dean starts to hum a familiar song that his mom used to sing to him as a baby.
Dean wakes, body warm but breath clouding in front of his face. His ass is beyond numb from sitting on the floor against the wall, but the rug has been keeping him warm. Cas is still asleep, brow furrowed a little. It's sweet, he's sweet, and Dean isn't so sure anymore that his feelings for the guy remain strictly platonic. It scares him a bit — a lot — but well, maybe Cas feels the same way. The chances of picking someone up from the side of the road like this belongs in those movies Dean definitely doesn't watch on repeat at Christmas. He checks his watch, it’s not even close to sunrise yet. He glances over at Cas again and carefully shuffles closer.
“Dean?” Cas grumbles. Dean pulls away from Cas a little too suddenly. “No wait… I — you were warm.”
“We’re still out in the barn, you should go back to bed.” Dean is about to stand and help Cas to his feet.
“Will you come with me?” Cas asks, looking right at Dean. For a moment, Dean thinks that maybe Cas doesn't know what he’s saying. “Stay with me.”
“Are you su—” Dean starts, but Cas gives him a look and the only thing Dean can think about is that the last person who looked at him like that, he got laid. “Yeah, Cas.”
Dean helps to brush Cas down, straw trying to cling to every part of him. His legs are stiff and it takes a few wobbly steps to gain the feeling back into them. They hold each other up easily and without question as they head towards the house Cas is staying in. It’s closer than the main house from the barn, and when Dean looks over at the main house, it’s shrouded in darkness aside from the faint glow from the kitchen hallway. Sam will be asleep and Dean assumes Jack is too.
Cas’ hand slips into Dean’s as he watches the main house. “They’ll be fine,” Cas says.
“I know I…” Dean takes a breath. “I’m not used to… this.”
Cas unlocks the door, then pulls Dean inside. It’s warm and familiar. He’s only ever slept here once, in arguably the same situation. That was a short one time thing. This, Dean hopes is more. They haven’t talked about what’s happening, what they’re doing, but they both seem to know what they want.
Pushed against the hallway wall, Dean’s vision is filled with a shadowy Cas.
“You are a beautiful man, Dean.”
Dean’s glad the hallway is dark because he’s definitely blushing. He wants to say something back, but his throat is thick with emotion. Instead, his hands go to Cas’ waist, tugging him closer. Several long moments pass as they breathe each other in. Dean tilts his head a little, then brings his lips to Cas’. They’re soft and warm and they kiss Dean back. It’s slow and careful for a few moments as they both gather their bearings, their realisation that they both want this. Cas’ hands slide underneath Dean’s flannel and they’re cold, making Dean’s skin jump and shiver until they warm.
“Cas…” Dean breathes.
“Bedroom,” Cas demands.
Dean can’t deny him. They drag each other to the bedroom, luckily downstairs and tumble onto Cas’ bed. Their kissing resumes, more heated than before. They both fight lazily to be on top, rolling on the bed, nipping and sucking at each other’s necks. Hands explore everywhere, slowly but surely removing more and more clothing until they’re both down to their underwear.
“What do you want, Dean?” Cas asks, kneeling over Dean and pinning his arms to the sides of his hetoad.
“You, just you.”
Dawn finally breaks for real and Dean wakes slowly, feeling more sated than he’s felt in a very long time. He’s tucked up against Cas, who’s already awake and reading on his phone.
“Morning, sunshine,” Dean mumbles.
“Dean…”
The way Cas says his name is like syrup. “Mmm, that sounds good.”
“Are you okay? Is what we did… was…?” Cas sets down his phone, putting his full attention on Dean.
“Perfect,” Dean tells him, and kisses Cas’ chest. He checks his watch and finds that he needs to go out and start all the chores on the farm. He would really rather stay in bed though.
“Daaaaad!” a small voice calls from outside.
“Fuck,” Dean curses under his breath and scrambles to cover himself up so he’s decent. It’s just in time for Jack to burst through the bedroom door.
“Yes, Jack.”
“Sam said to ask if you both want breakfast this morning. We already fed the horses. And there’s a baby, there’s a baby cow that wasn’t here yesterday. And I got to sleep on the couch all night. Sam gave me a giant blanket. Dad, can I sleep on the couch every night?” Jack’s questions are a whirlwind. Dean chuckles quietly as Cas sighs.
“Tell Sam me and Dean will be out shortly.”
“Okay!” Jack scampers off and they’re alone again.
“Oh my god,” Dean says, embarrassed.
“He doesn’t care, I don't think he even noticed,” Cas assures him.
“But Sam definitely knows,” Dean protests.
“Probably.”
Dean sighs but reluctantly crawls out of bed and dresses in the same clothes he did yesterday.
“C’mon, best get back to Jack before Sam starts feeding him smoothies.”
“That's not a bad thing,” Cas comments.
Dean rolls his eyes.
They bump shoulders as they walk to the main house, still smiling. Dean stops Cas before they get to the door, turning on him with a shy smile. “Look, I don't know what this is, but… I like it, I like you.”
“Okay.”
“I just wanted you to know.”
Cas smiles. “I like you too, Dean.”
Dean feels like he's back in middle school with a crush, and he wants to run away. Except they're about to have breakfast together with his son and Dean's brother. “I'm starving, let's see if Sam burned the kitchen down.”
“Okay,” Cas says and follows Dean into the main house, their hands linked together.