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Dean finds an old box of trinkets & tells Cas all about them. For the wonderful lana @faithlesshunter because you are a treasure. Happy birthday! Read below or on ao3. (2.2k) Inspired by thispost.
Dean stretches, his arms reaching towards the ceiling as he closes his eyes and slowly breathes in another day. Sunshine streams through the glass doors leading out to the patio, warming his face and the soft roundness of his stomach as his shirt rides up. He sighs contently, letting his arms drop loosely back to his sides and hearing a loud thud as his fingers brush against something solid.
Dean opens his eyes to see a cardboard box tipped over and a small wooden box lying on the floor in front of it. It’s been months but him and Cas are still unpacking their stuff, not that they have much, but they want to take their time. Because they have that now, time.
