foolintherain: (EV 2444603 (65))
ℭ𝔞𝔰ƚ𝔦𝔢𝔩 ([personal profile] foolintherain) wrote 2021-06-01 03:37 pm (UTC)

[ Imagine getting mauled by monsters while you're fucking out in the yard. That's certainly one way to die. Alas, reason wins out, and though Cas is reluctant to let Dean leave, common sense of not, he eventually steps away, letting go of one of Dean's hands, kissing his knuckles, and then releasing the other, as well. ]

Will do, boss.

[ He drops to his knees and begins sifting through the dirt, plucking up the remaining weeds by the roots almost instantly, desperately needing the distraction from the fading of Dean's warmth on his skin.

***

It doesn't actually take all that long to finish up in the garden, but Cas draws it out, giving Dean enough time to establish his alibi and actually work on the car, if he feels like. Cas meanwhile rummages through the cabin until he finds some much needed supplies, bundling them all up in a first aid kit he carries under his arm when he approaches Dean some half hour later by the Impala, his hands washed clean but his knees still dirty with soil. His footsteps are clumsily loud, but he introduces himself before he gets close, anyway. He whistles low. The Impala may not be road ready, but she's a far cry from what she looked like back in Chitaqua. ]


Really been putting the work in, huh?

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