“ A love like ours, Sincere and pure. Deserves to be guided by angels, Deep, into the unknown. On a bed of eternity Lay down its ivory bones. Until destiny and time collide And make of them - Stardust”
destiel, 1.4k. another post-series (15x20 coda?) of the Heaven reunion, this one with trueform!cas :)
“Cas helped.”
Dean looks up at that, and Bobby is looking at him with an easy smile, and Dean waits for the inevitable rush of oh God does he know—but it doesn’t come. He starts to understand what this “at peace” thing is all about.
“Yeah?” he answers, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Is he, uh. Here?”
Bobby turns his smirk back on his beer bottle. “He’ll be along.”
Dean looks from Bobby to the impala, sitting clean and shiny in front of Harvelle’s, and then on to the dirt road that stretches off into the distance. He nods, begins to stand. “I’m gonna go for a drive,” he mumbles to Bobby, who just nods absently and watches him leave.
The Impala is warm, familiar. Grounding. The keys are on the passenger seat, on top of the same box of cassette tapes he’d had since he was 26. He’s glad to have it with him—he hopes Sam is taking good care of the real thing. He hopes Sam has Eileen riding shotgun, Miracle panting in the back. He smiles. They’re all in good hands.
Dean turns on the stereo and the opening bars of Ramble On fill the car, and he realizes the tape playing is the only one that hasn’tbeen in the box from the beginning. It makes his heart ache—he’s not meant to be listening to this alone. More than anything, though, it reminds him what—who—he’s driving to.
