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Early September 2022

Dean’s Little Slice of Paradise

Hello loyal followers, 

First, I want to thank you all for sticking with me. Over the past year I've made numerous updates with new recipes, excursions, and experiments around the house, some which turned out, others that didn’t. However, the most important thing that happened this year has nothing to do with the house or recipes. I wasn’t purposely keeping it a secret as much as it was something I wanted to keep to myself for awhile. 

Me and Cas.

I’ve inserted a picture above this for proof. Yep, we’re together. :-) It has been almost a year now but over a decade in the making. I’m sure you’re all shocked, and don’t worry I won’t drag on and on about how wonderful I think he is, but it’s important for you all to know that I’m happy. That we’re happy. I don’t talk much about my life prior to this blog, but there was a lot of darkness, and shit happened I know I probably will never be over. Cas wasn’t with me for all of it, but he was there for a lot of it. And he stayed.

I guess what I’m trying to say, as cheesy as it is, is that sometimes the best things in life are worth waiting for. 

So keep that in mind the next time your pie decides to take twenty extra minutes in the oven. Stick it out for the long haul, it’s gonna be delicious. 

Thanks for tuning in, and see you next time. 

— Dean 

 

“Dean, can you help me?” Cas’ voice pipes up from behind him. A pair of hands fall onto Dean’s shoulders, a soft kiss presses into his hair. 

Dean closes his laptop with a click, and cranes his neck around to find Cas, in all his sunhat and farmer get-up glory, behind him. 

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“The chickens,” Cas grates out, a tinge of annoyance in his tone. 

“What did they do now?” Dean asks. He gets up from the chair, arms instantly moving to wrap around Cas’ waist and leaning in to kiss the frown off of his mouth. 

“I am trying to clean the coop and they won’t move,” Cas says, sighing heavily. 

“So, what you’re saying is you need a distraction?”

“Mhmm.”

“Well, I am good at that,” Dean replies, waggling his eyebrows suggestively and sliding a hand down to grope Cas’ ass. 

Cas squirms, trying to get away, and laughs. “Distract the chickens, Dean, not me.”

Dean snaps his fingers and clicks his tongue. “Damn, guess I’ll have to save that for later.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“That’s why you love me.”

Cas shakes his head and grins. He kisses him, a soft peck, and reaches down to take one of Dean’s hands in his own. “Come on.”

Dean follows him outside, keeping their hands joined until Cas splits for a moment to open the coop and step inside. 

Dean gazes around at their plot of land. It’s the beginning of fall, the deciduous trees sprinkled around the forest and the yard slowly turning ripe with orange color. Their leaves will fall soon, making the entire yard look like something out of a Thomas Kincade postcard. Behind him, the house sits, and from this angle he can see the vase of sunflowers Cas picked the other day sitting in the window of the kitchen. Alongside it, the river stretches out, sparkling in the late afternoon sun.

Despite nature and all its beauty, Dean’s eyes land back on Cas. 

He’s fiddling with the door on the coop, shooing the chickens away from the entrance, scowling down at them as they scatter about the enclosure squawking at the disturbance. He must feel the weight of Dean’s gaze on him as he looks up right then, catches Dean watching him, and grins brighter than the sun shining down around them. Dean takes in a deep breath of the crisp fall air and steps forward to meet Cas. 

It’s taken half a lifetime, but he’s finally home.