if this is your final destination, welcome home 10.18 coda, deancas, 2.4k ao3.
Charlie and Sam each go off in their respective directions eventually, exhausted and tipsy on one too many beers. Dean and Cas find themselves smiling at each other over half eaten pieces of pizza and empty beer bottles, until Dean finally ducks his head and chuckles lowly.
“Man,” he says, stacking plates to bring to the kitchen, “I just… that was really nice. Having you all here.”
Cas stands as well, gathering the bottles.
“It was nice to finally meet Charlie,” he says, mouth turning up at the corner. “She’s very… exuberant.”
Dean laughs at that, and Cas follows him to the kitchen, bottles clanking softly against each other.
“I saw you two with that cootie catcher,” Dean warns in the hallway, stopping just before the door to the kitchen. Cas stops too, close enough that the bottles in his hands brush the plates in Dean’s. “Don’t fall for it. Charlie’ll probably predict you living in an igloo in the Arctic with a pet polar bear or something.”
“That’s a nice thought,” Cas says, and he looks like he really means it, “But I don’t believe that’s where my future destination lies.”
