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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[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. ]