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DeanCas Coda to 11×16: Safe House

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray Castiel is hearing me blah blah blah more rhyming. Cas, you there?

From deep inside his own chest, tucked away in a corner of his heart, a smile steals across Cas’s lips.

Anyway, I don’t know if you’re hearing me… I don’t know if you ever hear me, but we haven’t stopped looking. We’re not giving up on you. We did take a breather today, though. Worked one of Bobby’s old cases in Grand Rapids; a soul eater terrorizing the people in this one house—it was fuckin’ creepy, man. I was inside its nest and I think I saw Bobby. Not sure if Sam believes me, but I’m pretty sure the space-time stuff works out. Wish you were here so you could tell me.

Cheeks aching from his grin, Castiel hesitantly uncurls from his balled up position, closing his eyes. At this point, these prayers are the only things that are exclusively his; even his thoughts are shared with Lucifer, now.

I really miss you, Cas.

“I really miss you, too.”

The angel’s voice echoes in the cavernous space of his body, reverberating back with peels of Lucifer’s laughter. Cas squeezes his eyes shut to block him out and focuses on his hunter’s voice:

There was this family living in the house; really nice lesbian couple with this adorable little rugrat named Kat. I think you woulda liked her. I mean, I think you woulda liked all of them, but—yeah. Hey, do you want kids? I do, or I did, but I dunno. Maybe once this is all over you could start a family.

Not that what we have right now isn’t a family. And like, I’m not asking you to have kids with me, or anything; I mean, unless you want to. I mean, I don’t even know if you have feelings for me, so I don’t know why I’m automatically assuming you’d pick me. We’d have to adopt, anyway. I don’t know why I’m even talking about this. Ignore me.

Castiel bites his lip. “I’d love to start a family, Dean,” he breathes. “In whatever capacity you’ll have me.”

Man, I’m beat. And sore. Sam threw me around a whole helluva lot when I was possessed or whatever today. It sucked. Anyway, Cas, I’m gonna call it a night. Like I said, I miss you. I’m not giving up. I’m gonna find a way to get that fucker out of you if it’s the last thing I do, I swear.

And hey, after you’re back and Amara’s gone, maybe we can finally take a vacation, huh? We could sit around the Bunker eating crap and watching Netflix, what d’you say?

“I’d like that very much.”

I wish I knew if you could hear me.

“I can.”

I care about you, and, uh, miss you a whole lot.

“As do I.”

Night, Cas.

“I love you.”

Lucifer laughs hysterically as Castiel feels Dean’s prayer fading away, the blue-eyed angel immediately reaching out for as much of it as he can grab. He takes the warm, trembling thing in his hands and brings it as close to his heart as possible, keeping it there with all the others.

You weaken yourself, brother, Lucifer cackles.

Cas smiles in response.

“No,” he whispers, cradling Dean’s prayers to his chest. A smile.

“He makes me strong.”