La cucina. (deancas, s9 au, food food food) (ao3)
…if any man hears my voice, and opens the door, I will come in to him, and will eat with him, and he with me. -Revelation 3:20
They are sitting in the library and Dean can still kind of smell it, the scent of cheap shampoo lingering in the air above Castiel’s head, the warm soapy aura of contentment he’s giving off. His cheeks are kind of pink, his hair is damp and curling a little at the back of his neck. He looks like he scrubbed himself within an inch of his life. Dean knows he was in there for half an hour, maybe a little more. Sam had banged on the door and asked if Castiel was okay, and there had been a long silence, and then a very wet and red-faced Castiel in the doorway soaking the rug, telling Sam he was fine, he’d just figured out the right temperature, was it okay if he just- stood there for a while? He’d cleaned himself off already, he said. Sam had told him to go nuts. Dean hadn’t told him anything, because Dean was hiding in his room like a baby, pretending to be usefully getting Castiel some fresh clothes to wear, in reality mostly wondering why the fuck he was freaking out.
BECAUSE IT WAS SO HUMAN.
Willow hasn’t quite mastered the concept of a cat door yet.
she looks so lost
dean is my spirit animal
I’m gonna meetcha
My boys dancing.
Jared’s sassy shoulder shake.
Don’t say I never made your day better.
The way Cas healed Sam vs the way Cas heals Dean