#(chapter one btw cause this one's a twoparter!)

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

dedicated to @irrlicht-ghostfront

post-(the good)-finale coda ft. fat dean winchester, married deancas, baby jack kline

"Follow me."

On the bed, when they reach it, are a few haphazard items Dean hasn't cupboarded yet and the object of all importance apparently, because Dean marches right up next to it, fixes his hands on his hips, and gives Cas an incredulous look — the incredulity of which, would've been exponentially more prominent had it not been accompanied by a distinct blush on his cheeks.

"What the fuck is this, Cas?"

Cas looks back at it.

What the fuck it is is a crop top.

That had also been the heading of the section Cas had found it in — he remembers being shocked, first, at finding previously unexplored shelves in their usual departmental store, but once he'd had a moment to imagine Dean in them, the shock had quickly morphed into pleasant surprise — so he knows that's what it is.

And he suspects Dean does too, so he returns Dean's look with one of equal surprise.

"It's a crop top, Dean."

"I —" Dean starts, mouth agape.

Oh, that's his face for when Cas answers a rhetoric.

"Why, Cas?"

"Well," Cas says seamlessly. "It's fairly obvious that the 'top' has been 'cropped', so —"

 

Dean interrupts him with a groan. "Not why it's called a crop top, buddy. Why is it here?" He looks at the (apparently) offensive item once again — candy red, cropped, and frankly adorable in all its glory — and seems to absorb it's redness straight to his cheeks, his blush deepening.

Cas tilts his head.

"Why would you buy this, Cas?"

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