July passes much more smoothly than the previous months. Dean spends less time trying to avoid Castiel and more time actually working on the house. He gets the porch done in a week and moves on to simple chores. Castiel starts cooking dinner more frequently and they spend their nights together eating and talking. Dean almost misses Castiel’s ( Read more... )

Finals passed easier for Dean this semester than in the first. Castiel said that it was due to Dean’s attention to studying and the extended tutoring sessions. Dean thinks it’s because he kept the rabbit’s foot in his pocket. They moved into the house the weekend after finals, giving Jo and Ash a list of basic materials that would get them started ( Read more... )

Second semester passes much like the first. Castiel even convinces Dean to take another visual arts credit, woodworking this time. They fall into the routine they’d had before the holiday break. Wake up, go to class, meet for lunch, go to class, meet for dinner, study, sleep, repeat. On the weekends they lounge around, Dean managed to find a ( Read more... )

The rest of break passed in a blur for Dean. He spent his days hanging around with his family and Castiel. Some days his father would go out to work an odd job and leave the boys at home. When that happened Sam and Gabriel made it their sole mission in life to force Dean to interact with Castiel, often leaving them alone for hours while Sam and ( Read more... )

Days pass easily into one another. The boys spend most of their time lounging around the house playing video games and generally being unproductive. They fall into a routine together. Whoever gets up first starts coffee, and if it’s Dean or Castiel, breakfast is made. If Sam gets up first he isn’t allowed to cook, not since he gave Dean food ( Read more... )

The sound of the door is what wakes Dean. He’s been meaning to do something about the squeaky hinges for years, but it never seemed too important until now. Goddamn I just want some sleep. Growling he flips himself over to glare at whatever it was that woke him up. He’s about to start snapping when he catches sight of Castiel, slinking through the ( Read more... )

“Dean! Are you sure I won’t need anything more formal?” Castiel called to him.

“Dude! You ask me any more questions and I swear to God I will leave you here.” Dean shouts back around his toothbrush. Castiel has been worrying all morning about what to pack. He can’t take it anymore. “Just pack your normal shit. Jeans, t-shirts, whatever.” To ( Read more... )

Dean woke up slowly, dragging himself out of sleep with a groan and some strong willpower. Not enough willpower to open his eyes just yet, but he was pulling himself out of a food coma. He’d fallen asleep on top of his left arm and his right leg had slumped to the floor. Rolling over on his back to relieve the pressure in both his knee and numb arm ( Read more... )

The next few weeks go by quickly. Dean and Castiel fall into a routine. Wake up, go to class, eat lunch separately, go to more classes, then meet up and have dinner. It’s easy now. On the weekends they do laundry, or sit by the pond doing homework. They talk about things that pop into their heads. Most of the time Castiel is tutoring Dean. ( Read more... )

It’s too damn hot. When the hell did it get so hot outside? It’s October for Christ’s sake. Maybe it’s global warming. Or the first sign of the apocalypse. Or it could be nerves. Yeah, Dean’s pretty sure it’s just nerves. He’s pulling Baby out of the student lot and as he reaches to put in his favorite Metallica tape, he notices that he can’t stop ( Read more... )