Fics like Two for Joy

Cas brings things home, magpie-like, every time he goes out. Sometimes they’re for Sam, sometimes he keeps them for himself - but most often, he gives them to Dean. Maybe it’s a shiny pebble, or a flower, or a crinkled-up photograph of strangers. Or a pen, or a feather, or a pair of broken glasses. Dean keeps them all, arranging them neatly on every surface in his room. The flowers he hangs on a string on a wall, so that they’ll dry. They make his room smell faintly of rose petals, which he likes without saying so. Cas isn’t doing it to be cute. He doesn’t blush or flutter his lashes when he pushes a gift across the table or places it in Dean’s upturned palm. He only looks serious - perhaps tilts up a slight smile. Dean’s the one who’s bashful, still stumbling stupidly over his thanks, even weeks after this began.

Fics like Two for Joy

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