#so sorry if it’s bleh but I saw a spaghetti sauce commercial like this last night that made me cry

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

Dean sighed heavily as he shut the front door behind him. He’d been at the warehouse since midnight, and when his shift ended at six am, he couldn’t get home fast enough.

But when he got home, Cas’ car was already gone.

It wasn’t a surprise, per se. His husband, Cas, worked at the hospital from six thirty am until six thirty pm, and so he was often already gone, but sometimes they caught each other in passing.

At least they could have dinner together.

Dean pulled off his boots and tramped into the kitchen in search of coffee.

The coffee pot was missing.

Weird.

Instead of being in the coffee maker, it was resting in the dish drainer, clearly freshly washed.

Dean opened the cabinet above the coffeemaker next. His favorite coffee mug, a kitschy Las Vegas themed one Cas had found at a thrift store once, was missing, too.

Dean sighed and turned to the cupboard to pull out a box of cereal and then something caught his eye on the kitchen table—there was his mug, steaming. And a bowl of fruit. And a plate with eggs and bacon.

And, as he stepped closer, a note, on one of Cas’ infernal bright yellow post-it notes, in Cas’ tight, loopy handwriting, was sitting next to the plate.

I got called in early for an emergency, so I hope this breakfast helps. Burgers for dinner? Love, Cas <3

#wrote this in the notes app of my phone #so sorry if it’s bleh but I saw a spaghetti sauce commercial like this last night that made me cry #usershey #userstarry #casthyelle #cillabee #offbeatwrites