text; un impala67

[venatoris]

i've got no idea if this place has as much of a boner for offing us as the last one, but judging from the looks of it, i'm gonna go with yeah.

that said, if you're in trouble and you need a Hunter to come help kick some ass, ping me. if i'm close, i'll come.

[ look how benevolent, this is character growth™.

and now for some private messages; ]


private to ou!sam, au!sam, and au!cas--

sam, sammy, cas - i found the cabin. it looks different, but i can tell its ours. it's up in some district called ache - the impala's here, and so's bones and mr. ed. let me know if you need a pickup.

private to wanda maximoff--

hey. can i ask you a huge favor?

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[foolintherain]

[ It has its own bathroom?? It's own bathtub? Alright, Cas hasn't even seen it yet, but he might be sold. That offered hand is completely unnecessary, and Cas' stupid, slutty heart flutters over it anyway. He can't even pretend to be anything less than enchanted as he takes Dean's hand and allows himself to be pulled along. ]

There is still an important mission to plan, but we could both use a bath.

[venatoris]

You don't like my manly stench?

[ But no, it's true, they both need a shower, big time - and he'll tug Cas right down the little hall into the room, show him the big beautiful master suite with the tub, Dean's duffle thrown in a corner cause really, this was the first room he came across and dumped his shit in. ]

What do you think?

[foolintherain]

[ There are jokes to be made here, particularly jokes about floral-smelling blood, but Cas only gets as far as laughing before they're in the bedroom and that is— ]

This is quite a room.

[ The duffle Dean's left in the corner, a silent claim of ownership in Cas' mind, doesn't go unnoticed any more than the multiple exits or the nearest heavy object that could be wielded as a weapon. But Cas lets himself be distracted away from all of that to admire the large windows open to the view of the gardens and forest and night sky beyond, the unlit fireplace, the general sense of warmth radiating from this space, and the, yes, very large bed. It could use more curtains and beads if it were truly his, but there's something so Dean about this space that Castiel can't help but adore it. ]

Are they all like this?

[ Cas wonder aloud more to himself than expecting a real answer from Dean, and he helps himself to walking fully right in the room and drops his own bag on the bed along the way to the bathroom.

The bathroom— god, is equally stunning. There was nothing so large and so finished in the previous cabin, and even the house Cas stayed in back in Deerington barely long enough to call his own, never had a tub so large and— ]

Is that...

[ He examines the switches beside the doorway, reading the little labels, looking between the large stone and porcelain tub in the room's corner and the little knobs on the wall that seem to control it. ]

Dean, is this a bubble bath?

[ Cas doesn't actually know how a jacuzzi works, or what the soapy substance is that bubbles under the pressure of underwater jets. He's never seen such a thing in person. Actually, he's never really had a bath by the strictest definition. The tub they had at Camp Chitaqua was a horrible metal thing that almost no one used, all finding favor in the nearby lake. He bathed in it once, when his foot was broken. It was a miserable experience. He nearly broke the other foot trying to get back out of it.

But this... This is nothing like that, and Cas is already shrugging his cape to the ground and peeling off his shirt in his excitement. ]

[venatoris]

I told you you needed to see it first.

[ Dean couldn't believe it when he walked in - he almost hadn't made it to the rest of the house, cause he'd gotten stuck here, staring out of the windows, hardly able to believe this was theirs.

He'd doubt it, at first. Baby had been sitting out front, glossy and new (And now properly spelled), so he'd assumed the house was theirs, even with the obvious upgrades to the outward structure.

But then he'd walked inside and thought twice about it - until he found their things. Cas' stuff, Sammy's books and trinkets, Sam's clothes neatly folded, their mothers charm bracelet carefully stashed away, his own little treasures.

It had to be theirs. ]

Not just like this, but there's a few more bathrooms, and like...four more bedrooms.

[ He follows after Cas in his exploration, giving him space, drinking in Cas' reactions like Dean had built the whole place himself.

Maybe he did. Hard to say. ]

It sure is. [ He's laughing at Cas' eagerness, pushing off the wall where he'd paused to lean, though he is definitely appreciating the view he's been gifted as he moves in. ] I take it you wanna give it a go right now.

[foolintherain]

You were right.

[ Do you hear that Dean?! Admission of your correctness, which is high praise coming from Mr. Sarcastic Cynic himself. ]

This is incredible.

[ Shirt off and tossed aside, Cas doesn't even hesitate in stepping out of his boots and immediately wiggling his narrow hips out of his pants. The only reason he pauses, even for a moment, isn't out of modesty, but out of surprise that— ]

Four more?

[ This is, by far, the largest house Cas has had the pleasure of being in since he fell. And it's Dean's. He's allowed to live here, to have a room here, to use a bath like this one, and just a handful of months ago this would have been an impossible dream.

It still feels like it might be, especially when Dean smiles at him like that. ]

Absolutely.

[ He agrees, enraptured, and still unabashedly naked. Then his lips split wide again in a manic grin, and he makes a bee-line for the tub. ]

There's hot water, right?

[ Whether there is or isn't, Cas is already climbing in and twisting the knobs of the faucet, figuring out by practice how to get the water running and the tub stopped off. He'll take an ice water bubble bath. He doesn't even fucking care. But how could a house this opulent not have a massive water heater? Everything about it seems planned to perfection. Thank you, Julia. ]

[venatoris]

Yep. Four more bedrooms, and like...three moth bathrooms? I lost count.

[ It's crazy to him, but as he watches Cas strip down, eyes drinking in every inch of him, lips curling into a soft smile, he finds he doesn't really give a shit how it happened, only that it did. ]

Yeah, hot should be on the left, cold on the right. The bubbles are like...lavender scented, I think. Hope you don't mind.

[ Whatever was available, it didn't really...matter. Especially not when Cas has that on his face, the smile, the joy. Dean would kill a man to bring that smile out. ]

[foolintherain]

[ Four bedrooms and three bathrooms, christ. Cas wants to see all of them, wants to explore this house of Dean's (and his own, their home, top to bottom. But first? He wants a long, uninterrupted soak. The hot water's on blasting, almost hot enough to scald, turning his naked skin pink and steaming up the cool porcelain as soon as it hits. A lavender scented bath. Like Cas would complain about that. ]

Are you kidding? I'm going to fall asleep here, if I don't die of sheer contentment first.

[ The hot water slowly rising (and no clue how to make the bubbles start but confident in the assurance that Dean is here to stay and help him figure it out), Cas leans his arms over the edge of the tub and reaches in Dean's direction. ]

Come here, beautiful. Keep me from drowning.

[ Why not literally, now? Metaphorically, isn't that what Dean's always done? ]

how did i miss this???? OH YEAH STRANDED IN FUCKING VEGAS

[venatoris]

[ Don't worry, Cas. He's got you covered -- he knows exactly where the bubbles are, and he reaches to push the button to turn on the jet, dump some lavender bubble bath in cause CAs deserves luxury. ]

Anytime, Cas. I got you.

[ He peels himself free of his clothes, tosses them aside before carefully stepping in, moving to slip his arms around Cas' frame. Come here, slippery. ]