Don't Tell Sammy

Chapter 6: Moving In

As soon as the door closed, Dean dropped his arm and took a respectful step back from Cas. Silently, he raised a single hand and held it out in front of him, grinning at Cas, hoping Cas knew what he was looking for – and he did. Castiel high fived Dean, smiling wide and with his teeth, and then they dropped their arms to their sides, some laughter coming in and dying out in the same second as relief washed over both of them, the weight they hadn't realized they'd been carrying on their shoulders leaving them in one solid sweep.

'Now all we need is furniture,' Castiel muttered, looking around the empty space, wandering over, opening the cupboards that were on the walls up above the worktops, looking in the fridge, all rigged up but as empty as the apartment was. 'And food.'

'We should make a list,' Dean decided. 'I've got a pen right –' he pulled the pen he'd bought the day before yesterday out of his pocket ' – here.'

'Have you got paper?' Castiel asked, logically.

'Uh ...' Dean muttered, searching his pockets, 'no. But we both have hands.'

'So?' Castiel paused, seeing Dean's raised eyebrows. 'Dean, no.'

'Oh, come on. It'll wash off.'

Castiel heaved out a sigh of exasperation at Dean's ridiculous antics that he had to admit he rather enjoyed, despite not wanting to show that.

'Fine.'

'Here's how we'll do it,' Dean decided. 'We'll each have a list of things we need to get, split up, then meet up for lunch. Deal?'

'Deal.'

'So ... hand, please.'

Castiel, rolling his eyes, held out his hand to Dean. Dean grabbed hold of the hand, steading it, bending the fingers down so he could get a grip on it, and he wrote what he wanted Cas to get.

Clothes

Cutlery

Dishes

Kitchen stuff

'There.'

'Where am I going to find kitchen stuff?'

'Try any store that looks like it sells stuff you'd find in houses. There's always a section.'

'And what's your list?'

'Well, I'll be getting,' Dean began to talk as he wrote, 'bedsheets ... pillows ... bathroom stuff ... and ... bedding. The rest of the shit we can get together after lunch. Sound good?'

Castiel smiled, satisfied.

'Yes.'

'Right. Let's go.'

Dean picked up the two keys from the counter and handed one to Cas, who pocketed it. Dean attached his to his car keys and the two of them exited the apartment, Dean locking the door behind him, as they headed back towards the elevator. The fourth floor was deserted and their footsteps made no sound on the cream carpet, but the sound of heels on the marble floor of the lobby below echoed all the way up until they stopped suddenly.

'Almost feel afraid to speak?' Dean muttered out of the corner of his mouth to Cas, as they pushed the button for the elevator which quickly began to ascend towards them.

'I feel like we're ... outsiders,' Castiel admitted. 'Like everyone we come across will know we're not supposed to be here. That we're not ... in the community.'

'Hey, you're an outsider, speak for yourself,' Dean muttered, stepping into the elevator, Cas after him, the doors closing soon after. 'What do you think the B stands in LGBT stands for, bicycle? Bilingual?'