Written: 25.07.31
Words: 1,421
Destiel (Implied)
Dean grunted as he pulled his suitcase over the lip of the front door. He kicked the door closed behind him as he made his way inside. He’d been wanting to move back home since this whole stupid custody thing started – it felt like forever – but he never thought his finally coming home would be like… this.
Just him and Cas, kids being forced to live with some other family. Kind of put a damper on the excitement he should’ve been feeling.
They were going to get the kids back – absolutely, no question – but the hoops they’d been forced to jump through were starting to get to the hunter.
They weren’t even allowed to try and petition the court until 90 days had passed!
Dean shook his head as he made his way up the few steps into the living room, pausing as he looked around. The house looked exactly the same as when he’d left – there were still family pictures up on the wall, the same magazines were littered on the coffee table and he couldn’t see it from where he was standing, but he’d bet if he moved his chair, the crudely drawn crayon family portrait Taylor had drawn on the first day she called him and Cas ‘Dad’ was still there – but the air had changed.
Now it felt like… unimaginable grief.
Dean could’ve choked on it, if he let it get to him.
But, he had to be strong. He’d never get the twins back if he fell apart.
“Doesn’t feel how you thought, does it?”
Cas’ voice got his attention off the living room and toward the stairs.
Dean shook his head as he re-picked up his suitcase, “Not even close.”
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