For Dean - HGTV
May. 14th, 2014 11:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
godless_sonCastiel is very fond of the apartment, he is.
It has been, essentially, his first home primarily because it is his first home with Dean. He's learned to cook, learned about what deems a movie 'good' or 'bad' (although his love of Disney and Romantic Comedies stays strong), fought with Dean here, had sex nearly everywhere and made a new family for himself.
The problem is that the apartment holds constant reminders of other memories. The new bedroom carpet that was installed because the volume of blood was too high to ever be removed. The dark stain in the living floor where cleaning supplies could not entirely remove the sigils that had set in for hours. The missing dining room table and chairs. The small crack in the wall where he'd tossed Dean without care. Ernest's food bowl which had remained empty for two days before he returned home from his escape out the broken windows. These are all things he's not sure he or Dean should have to live with any longer and in his current state, things he cannot even fix.
He cautiously opens the computer the University had insisted he take home and types in 'how do I buy a house in Darrow' and follows the trail. He has never paid much attention to his salary or money in general other than to assume Dean takes the appropriate amount out of their joint account to pay for the apartment but quick math reveals that they could afford something small. Something perhaps on the edge of the city where it is a little more quiet and a little more open. He traces a finger over a small, blue house. It looks a little run down and as if it could use some care. Perhaps that is something they could do together.
It has been, essentially, his first home primarily because it is his first home with Dean. He's learned to cook, learned about what deems a movie 'good' or 'bad' (although his love of Disney and Romantic Comedies stays strong), fought with Dean here, had sex nearly everywhere and made a new family for himself.
The problem is that the apartment holds constant reminders of other memories. The new bedroom carpet that was installed because the volume of blood was too high to ever be removed. The dark stain in the living floor where cleaning supplies could not entirely remove the sigils that had set in for hours. The missing dining room table and chairs. The small crack in the wall where he'd tossed Dean without care. Ernest's food bowl which had remained empty for two days before he returned home from his escape out the broken windows. These are all things he's not sure he or Dean should have to live with any longer and in his current state, things he cannot even fix.
He cautiously opens the computer the University had insisted he take home and types in 'how do I buy a house in Darrow' and follows the trail. He has never paid much attention to his salary or money in general other than to assume Dean takes the appropriate amount out of their joint account to pay for the apartment but quick math reveals that they could afford something small. Something perhaps on the edge of the city where it is a little more quiet and a little more open. He traces a finger over a small, blue house. It looks a little run down and as if it could use some care. Perhaps that is something they could do together.
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Date: 2014-05-24 11:41 pm (UTC)"Speaking of, how's your wings? You feeling any better after that spell?"
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Date: 2014-05-25 02:00 am (UTC)He grabs at Dean's arm, wrapping it around his waist as he leans back against his chest. "I do want a house. I want space and quiet and I'd like to have a porch and possibly a pet rabbit. But it has been a difficult few months, we can wait. All I truly need is to be with you."
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Date: 2014-05-29 09:11 pm (UTC)"I can call those blue house people. See if we can come by."
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Date: 2014-05-29 09:29 pm (UTC)He pushes suddenly forward, kissing Dean hard as he wraps and arm around his back. "You make me very happy," he murmurs against his mouth.
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Date: 2014-06-03 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-03 04:08 am (UTC)