some roads you really fly

[beanchaointe]

Comments

[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.

[imnot_likeyou]

[There's a thumbs up emoji before:]

Everything good with you and Elena?

[cholesterol]

( And he of the feelings he never speaks of, what are feelings, sends a Gif. )

[imnot_likeyou]

[And that makes Sam smirk.]

Glad you had a good night.

1/2

[cholesterol]

We're going to make a go of it.

[cholesterol]

No chick flick moments.

[imnot_likeyou]

Don't worry. I'm sure you'll have plenty.

[Since they're making a go of it.]

[cholesterol]

Between you and me, brother. Between you and me. How are things looking on your end?

[imnot_likeyou]

No word yet. Allison and the pack are still in their mini-summit. But I'll let you know when that changes.

[cholesterol]

Politics, right?

If you need me, I'll be in Cas' driveway giving Baby some love.