in response to this lovely letter.
So, I have a bit of a confession to make.
Yesterday, I…kind of…looked at a house. Hear me out though! I was driving around last week when I saw it. They had one of those little for sale signs stuck in the front yard and it was so damned cute I had to get out and take a peek. Well, they had an open house yesterday and I went and…well I love it, and I think you will too.
It’s small, but not too small. There are three bedrooms, the master, a guest room, and a small one, like…a kid sized one. There’s a porch on the front that could use a bit of fixing up and maybe a coat of paint, but other than that, it’s really, really nice. The kitchen is nice and big and the window is on the East side so a lot of light comes in. The bathroom is decent sized and they actually have a tub! (Baths, Cas!) The living room is cozy and has lots of shelves (for our books). And of course, I saved the best for last.
The backyard. Cas, I wish you could have seen it. It’s huge. Huge enough for us to clean up, and with a little elbow grease, we could finally have that garden you’ve been talking about for so long.
Cas, I really want this. I want us, there, together. I want to kiss you in every room and I want us to make breakfast together while all that light streams in through the window. And I want to be outside with you, sweaty, covered in mud (gross, but the things I’d do for love, I tell you) and I want to plant flowers, and pumpkins, and corn, and tomatoes. I want to build something with you Cas.
I want to build a home.
I’m going to bring it up later over dinner and see how you feel about it.
Okay, I’ll shut up now.
I love you, you feathery assbutt.
Love, your Dean.
WHY ARENT WE TALKING ABOUT THIS
You can’t even see his butt, Dean. What the Hell?