While you were out shopping with your friend Elizabeta, you stumbled into a comic book store that sold rare comics and figurines. You ended up purchasing some comics that your husband was dying to have, and a small Captain America action figure, since he was Al's idol. It may have cost you most of the money you had saved up, but you knew the look of happiness on Alfred's face would make up for it.
You were about to pick up the present and put it away, when you felt arms wrap themselves around you, and a soft cheek rub against yours.
"Darn, I was hoping you were still wrapping and I could catch a glimpse of my gift!" The person says, and
"I understand why you enjoy it here," he said. "Its peaceful."
Dean glanced at him, taking another sip of beer. "Yeah. Helps me keep going." he said softly.
Castiel stared at him. "You do not feel you have a purpose to live?" he asked, concerned. He liked Dean here, with him. Dean helped him keep going as well.
"Well, I do, its just that the stress and all. It gets to me. We're not like you angels." Dean said, leaning back even farther, craning his neck.
Castiel fiddled with a button on his trench coat. "We usually don't. But I have developed human characteristics. They're very confusing and difficult to control."
Dean nodded. "Yeah. That's pretty much it." He swallowed hard. Right now, he wanted to stay here, in this moment. With