Day 11: Castile, my angel with a green thumb.
Hey diary journal,
It’s Dean again. Sorry, it’s been awhile.
A lot has happened since I stopped writing in this thing. Sam, Cas and I found a new bunker, well house actually.
It’s a cottage in the middle of nowhere.
We were on a drive after a vampire hunt in Maryland, when we then took this hidden road thinking it was a hidden short cut some teenagers made to get to the main road faster. Stupidly enough, we kept driving on it even after the dirt trail stopped.
We didn’t pay attention to the woods around us either, Sammy fell asleep and cas was just saying,
“dean, you just hit a pot hole.. dean you hit another one.. dean you did it again... should I drive?”
We drove for about five miles until we found well.. her.
Our new home.
When we had first gotten there we obviously checked the place out. Left, right, down... up.
It looked like just an old abandoned hunters house, that was overtaken by plants.
Cas and sam fell instantly in love with this place.
Ha, I remember Sammy actually smiling again, after years of frowns.
“Dean is this gonna be our new.. home?”
What was I suppose to say, no? I just smiled and patted his shoulder.
Cas gave me this “happy husband” look.
Sooo, I gave in.
All afternoon that day, I painted every trap, we’ve ever known, salted every single window, and holy watered the door handles. The previous hunter only put a devils trap under his front carpet.
This place has got be locked and loaded in order for Winchester’s to stay here.
Once we were all done baracading this place of any supernatural, I helped Sam and Cas fix up the place.
The ole girl didn’t have power but, she did have generators. Lots of them. This previous hunter wasn’t dumb, he had backup.
Sammy and I fixed the plumbing (gross), Cas fixed the fridge after kicking it in a pouting 5 year old temper tantrum.
The rooms were all filled with stuff, but it looked like the hunter who lived here before left in a hurry. Relocation maybe?
They took all of the important memory’s and all of their favorite belongings.
There were frame sunbleached spots on the walls, albums picked through, clothes strewn everywhere; everything crunchy and musty from weather damage.
As sam and I were cleaning up the house we found a picture.
This picture was of mom and dad.
This was moms old hideout bunker. That’s why there were hidden rooms, that’s why the house was hidden. Mom lived here.
She must have run away for a month or so and found this place when she was young, stayed with dad maybe.
Sam and I gutted the whole house.
We peeled rugs, renailed floors, and repainted all week. I mean this was our home now, we had to give it the Winchester touch.
When everything was fixed, Sammy and I had a beer on the deck.
I’ve never seen Sam so happy.
He told me about all his dreams, his plans, Jess. How he always wanted to get a run downhouse and make it theirs. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him starring at the sunflowers growing in the field behind the house.
Apparently, those were Jess’ favorite.
Sammy slept well that night, no nightmares.
I stayed up the first few nights, just to make sure everything was okay.
Cas poofed off somewhere for a couple days, probably feeding baby ducks baguettes in Paris.
I prayed to him long and hard, I needed my angel back. I went outside and hollared to him, tried calling him, searched every room in the house.
Then, in the very last room, I found him.
He was planting, covered with dirt from head to toe. There were little seed packets scattered across the whole room, and plant pots stacked to the ceiling.
When I picked up one of the plant seed pouches, Cas stopped and turned to me with a plant pot in his hand.
“Do you think Sam will like it Dean?”
He has pots filled with roses, lavenders, peppers, carrots, strawberries, pretty much any plant you could think of.
“I wanted to make sure Sam felt more at home, so.. I got plants, mostly sunflowers. I saw him smile at them today, and well, I haven’t seen him smile in a long time.”
I didn’t even know Cas saw him, but apparently he did.
“Cas, he’ll love it”
The next morning, that’s exactly what Sammy Said,
“Cas, I love it, thanks” and he hugged him.
My boys, my family.
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Dean smirked and shut his diary, along with his pen, stuffing it into his inner shirt pocket.
Cas went back to Heaven to help out the angels on a urgent task.
Sam fell asleep reading a Harry Potter book he found underneath his bed.
Dean just sat in the chair for a minute, staring at his hands, thinking.
Next thing he knew, he was in that “plant room” staring at all the empty seedling containers and plant pots.
He grabbed a jug of water from the kitchen, and sat crisscross on the floor planting more seedlings.
The seeds he decided to plant were trees.
He didn’t know which kind, or let alone how to plant them properly, but he did know he was going to make something amazing with it.
He was going to plant a tree for each friend and family member the Winchester’s have lost.
Every damn one.
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