some roads you really fly

[beanchaointe]

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[cholesterol]

You mean the mud people?

( He's heard some? But, for the most part, this stays between Jack and Cas. )

Cas...

[toomuchheart]

Malivore was a construct created by a witch, a werewolf and a vampire to consume monsters in order to preserve humanity. A few years ago he started releasing them to release himself.

[Castiel makes a face.]

It can get quite messy.

[cholesterol]

In town. Near Jack.

[toomuchheart]

Yes. But most of the time, the school had it well in hand. And he liked helping with the monsters. It inspired a sense of camaraderie.

[cholesterol]

So. You're telling me. We send him to school. And he hunts. Anyway. Great parenting we did.

( Now he feels guilty. )

[toomuchheart]

[Cas huffs a little.]

The monsters came to him, Dean. It's not like he went looking for them. He was defending his friends.

[cholesterol]

I know. He's good. He cares. I don't want anything to happen to him, Cas.

( Not when he can't be there. )

[toomuchheart]

I know. I don't either.

[At the same time ...]

But he needs to be given a chance to handle things on his own.

[cholesterol]

Yeah.

I should work on getting us cash reserves, then. This won't be the last time we need it. It'll be good to have a project. Any uh - any angelradio going?

[toomuchheart]

[He shakes his head.]

Nothing we need to worry about, anyway.

[cholesterol]

And how are you doing? Proud angel papa?

( One of three Papas. But, proud nonetheless, he thinks. )

[toomuchheart]

[A small smile crosses his face and he nods.]

I am proud. He did very well at the school. And I am hopeful for the life he'll get to have because of it.

[Jack really did need more friends his own age.]

[cholesterol]

What do you think's next. After his European road trip. Has he said anything?

( Dean realizes he... doesn't know. Jack went from being undercover to liking the school. Before Dean knew it, he was a schoolboy. )

[toomuchheart]

I don't know.

[Castiel shrugs, as though to emphasize the point.]

He's mentioned both college and hunting. I think he's still trying to figure that out.

[cholesterol]

College. Did he -- did he apply?

( He's a terrible third dad. )

[toomuchheart]

I don't think so. At least, not that he mentioned to me. I think he's just weighing his options.

[cholesterol]

He should. He's got em. With Chuck out of commission, he has options to weight. ...I have options to weigh. Sam.

( He -- has options. )

[toomuchheart]

[He nods.]

We all do. It's ... very liberating.

[And also very scary. He remembers as much form when he fell.]

[cholesterol]

What're you thinking. You a small town angel now?

( He doesn't want to presume, but if he's here... Cas probably will be, too? )

[toomuchheart]

I don't know. I think that will depend on what Jack does next.

[Part of him is thinking about leaving and traveling the world himself, but only once he's sure he's not needed here.]

[cholesterol]

( Find the bees? )

In the meantime, you'll have, what, a month to yourself? We could find you a prostitute again...

[toomuchheart]

No, Dean.

[Please do not do that.]

I'm fine.

[cholesterol]

Alright, Cas. Well, I'm going to pick a bedroom. Not quite Bunker-level, but you did good for yourself.

( Have a meaningful shoulder squeeze. )

[toomuchheart]

Thank you.

[He's actually very proud of the house, all things considered.]

Feel free to make yourself at home.

[cholesterol]

I always do. Dinner's at 7.

( And he will grab his bag and do just that, plus texting his brother. )

Dude, crashing at Cas' if you need me.