Dean drove to Hope Springs with Anna and Gabriel as nervous energy coursed through him. It had been a month since he had seen Cas, they kept in touch with letters. Cas would draw him a doodle with each letter that now lined Dean's bedroom wall, hung above the bed post. He smiled and flushed remembering Cas would see them now. Anna was operating the stereo, even though shotgun shuts his cake hole, and he cringed to the techno beat of the song that was playing.

Since Cas had left, he stayed in contact with his siblings. Anna showed him her paintings; she was good, Cas would be proud. She was smart and kind and Dean would be proud to call her little sis. Gabriel was smart too, but you would not know when he started opening his mouth. Having a clean-cut conversation with him was impossible, but Sam liked him Dean guessed he was okay. Sam and Gabriel could talk about lawyer things that Dean never really understood. Gabe even made Sam an offer for an internship when he got far enough in his studies and passed the Bar exam. Yeah, Gabe is a good guy, even if he did mass send a picture of Dean wearing lipstick in his sleep.

The first weeks were hard for Cas, his letters were enough to keep Dean up at night. He knew it would be hard on both of them; especially Cas, but he could not help feeling guilty. By the third week, Cas was finally making headway. His letters became more cheerful, full of hope. He had made a new friend, an English man named Baltizar who struggled with drug addiction as well. He was new to the program but his openness allowed them to bond quickly. By the fourth week, Cas was eager to get back home, writing letters lewd enough to make Dean blush.

He wondered what Cas looked like now, if he had changed at all. He thought of him reclining in the backseat and taking his shoes off. That would be Cas. Dean nearly missed the turn into the parking lot and had to make a sharp turn, earning him a punch in the arm from Anna. She turned the radio off before Dean cut the engine. It was quiet and Dean could not remember if they were supposed to meet Cas inside or wait. He unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed out anyways.

The sun was bright, nearly blinding, as he made his trek up to the center. He could smell flowers in bloom and hear birds waking up in a tree nearby. Anna and Gabriel trailed behind him. He took a deep breath before reaching the handle of the door and opened it to find Cas smiling on the other side. He had gained weight; Dean could not tease him for being scrawny anymore. His realization was punctuated when Cas wrapped his arms around his neck, his legs around his waist, hanging on like an octopus. Dean wrapped his own arms around Cas and laughed at the tickle of breath on his neck.

"I missed you," he whispered in Dean's ear.

"I know," he whispered back and Cas knew the 'I missed you too' was there.

Cas finally detached himself when he saw his siblings. Dean could see him blush when he tucked his head down. After exchanging hugs and small talk with his siblings, Dean carried Cas' bags to the car. Anna let Cas have the front seat and pushed Gabe in the back when he tried to steal it for himself. Dean did not mind when Cas turned on a stringy, sappy song. He pulled out of the lot and rearranged his face when his cheeks hurt from smiling.

Conversation with Dean was stilted, after minimal communication it was to be expected. Cas teased him about how cheesy hanging his letters up was, but his heart swelled at the gesture. They exchanged glances and smiles, having an entire conversation with their eyes. Much of the apartment was the same; Cas could tell Dean tried to clean before getting him. He smiled when he saw Grace perched on the bed like she owned it. Whatever reservations Dean had towards owning a cat were gone now. He pet her fur and smiled when she purred against him.

Dean cleared a couple drawers in his room for Cas, helped him unpack his bags. Cas was glad to finally be home, be with Dean again. Even more enthralled that Dean meant it when he said he would be here when he got out. Dean was folding a pair of jeans when Cas wrapped his arms around his waist. He could feel Dean still beneath him and wondered if he should let go. When Dean turned to look at him he looked like a kid who had finally found their mom in the grocery after being lost for a century. His arms were tight around Cas' waist and Cas hoped he would never have to let go again. After a few sloppy kisses, Dean loosened his grip to look at Cas more clearly.

"I want you to meet my brother," he said.

"You finally called?" Dean wrote letters every week so Cas wondered when he had finally picked up the phone.

"Yeah, he's coming over during his break. We still have some catching up to do, but I want you to meet him." Cas likes the way Dean's eyes light up when he talks about his brother now. The amount of compassion in his voice, something about Dean has changed and Cas thinks he likes it.

"I'd like that," Cas pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth. "We should get back to Anna and Gabriel." He said when Dean didn't reply.

"Oh no, I have waited five weeks for this," he lifted Cas and laid him back onto the bed, where Grace ran to avoid being crushed. He pressed a kiss to his forehead, cheek, nose, chin, neck. Cas would love nothing more to erase a month's worth of frustration but he had siblings waiting for him. Siblings he needs to reconnect with as Dean has. As he was about to protest, Dean started a trail of kisses down his stomach, ending just above his hip. Yeah, they can wait. They did not get far, just as Dean was un-tucking Cas' shirt Gabriel walked in rambling about his new cell phone app causing Dean to fall off the bed.

"Your brother is not allowed over here anymore," he muttered into the carpet.

It took Cas a good amount of training, but he finally managed a position at the Roadhouse. Ellen warmed up to him quickly, enjoyed his humor, or lack thereof. Plus, he made Dean happy and that made him worth accepting. He was stuck doing grunt work, he still had a lot to learn about mixing drinks but he could manage the cash register and stock room well.

When he emerged from counting the number of hamburgers left, he found Dean talking to a tall man seated at a table. Dean did not have many family photos but from the way Dean was mercilessly teasing him he was sure it was Sam. He wiped his hands nervously on his pants when Dean called him over.

"Cas, this is my brother Sammy," Cas laughed at how Sam cringed at the nickname.

"Nice to meet you Sam, I've heard a lot of good things," he extended a hand.

"Yeah man, same about you. Hear you make a mean pie," Sam shook his hand in return. Cas could see Dean blush in the corner of his eye. Sam was bright and cheery and Cas could not help but smile at that. He was tall too, so much so Cas had to crane his neck to maintain eye contact.

"Well now that you are acquainted, let's get some burgers. I'm starved," Dean said waving another waiter over.

"Burgers Dean? Don't you think it's time you had a salad for once," Sam's tone was all mocking but Dean's face got serious.

"Burgers are a way of life Sam. I thought I raised you better." Dean shot a glance at Cas. "Besides, Cas likes them, right Cas?"

"They make me very happy," he smiled back at Dean. Sam looked between Dean and Cas and it finally clicked. He leaned back and let it slide because if Cas could make Dean realize that he's worth more than self-loathing and finally pick up the phone than Cas is top notch in his book.

After greasy burgers and a salad Dean, Cas and Sam walked back to Dean's place. Since Sam was on break for two weeks he would spend one of them on Dean's couch. Unused to staying up late, he crashed on Dean's couch sometime after midnight, his body too large for the sofa. Dean threw a blanket over him and motioned for Cas to follow him into the bedroom. He shut the door and before Cas had a chance to turn on the light Dean was pressing him against the wall.

"We're finishing what we started," he grunted into Cas' ear and that was an offer Cas was not about to say no to.