In the morning, Dean walked down the hall to breakfast, whistling and happy recollecting their early morning session, after which Cas had shaken very badly again, but not because of exhaustion but because their sex had just been too great.
“Morning,” he said, stretching and reaching for the coffee pot.
“Morning, sunshine,” his mom smiled, obviously having stayed over. “Did you sleep well?”
“I don’t doubt that he slept well. They both must have been pretty wiped out after their concert of yowls last night,” Sam said and Dean blushed fiercely. The overdue question if they had heard them stood in the room, but Mary spoke up again before he could even ask.
“Don’t forget this morning, Sammy. The yowls are even more impressive when one is fully awake.”
Dean blushed even more and muttered: “I hate y’all.”
“No you don’t,” they said in unison as Bobby lumbered in, sleepy-eyed and grumpy.
“What’d I miss?” he said with a nod at Mary who handed him a cup, already filled with coffee.
“Turns out Dean and Cas transform into howler monkeys at night,” Mary said cheekily and Dean felt as if his face would never be anything less than crimson again.
“Maybe we should think about moving those two into the cottage, don’t you think? Or Bobby will take the cottage and they’ll build up the shearer’s quarters for them.”
Sam shook his head. “I only got the main house working so far. The cottage is a complete dump right now, and the shearer’s quarters too. We need to fix that up some more. That could take a while.”
“Woah, there guys. How about you stop planning to ship me out already. It’s not uh…”
He had meant to say: “It’s not going that far,” but at the mere thought of it not going that far, he felt an ice cold hand inside his chest.
Everyone looked at him and his pained expression, so he shrugged: “How about we think about me building my own house here once I’m actually a part owner.”
“Is that something you’re planning?” Mary asked her boys.
“Yeah, we were in town these past couple a‘ days and put it all on the way,” Sam said.
“Great,” Mary practically squealed happily at her boys being able to work on their differences and even wanting to fulfill their individual dreams together. “And you’ll merge with Porter’s farm too, soon. Now if only your father wasn’t such a stubborn bastard, we’d have trouble with being a monopoly in the area.”
“What do you mean ‘merge with Porter’s farm‘?” Dean asked, panicky again. “That’s not even an option. It’s not-” but again he couldn’t go on, because he didn’t want to admit to himself that it maybe wasn’t that kinda thing. Well, for Cas it might not be.
“Sweetheart,” Mary said softly. “You’re a grown man and you can obviously make your own decisions. But if you do not get that dude to marry you, I’ll whack your ass until you beg him to take you.”
Everyone in the kitchen looked like they shared the same opinion as Mary, but Dean grew angry.
“And what if he doesn’t even want me, huh? He may have had his prejudices at first, but it’s not as if it’s not all contains a grain of truth. I’m just a dumb farm boy and I guess he’s used to wining and dining, don’t you think? Maybe it’s not gonna work out, because I can’t give him all that he deserves. So would y’all just stop hammering me about this and let it go my way?”
Everyone looked a little taken aback at Dean’s outburst, but they didn’t continue talking about it, because Cas now came into the kitchen and bid them all a good morning.
“Morning,” Mary said and handed him another cup.
“Thank you, Mrs. Winchester,” Cas said courteously, but flinched at the taste of instant coffee in his cup.
“Please, call me Mary. I’m not that old, kid,” it was obvious that she had wanted to say ‘son’, but she didn’t want to be too suggestive in lieu of Dean’s words.
“Alright then, Mary,” Cas grinned and sat down next to Dean, pressing his hand for a second before he nursed his coffee.
“You don’t like it,” Dean observed when Cas drank and his face looked disgusted again.
“Not really, no. But it’s hot and it gets me awake. Even though I’d really prefer an espresso.”
Dean didn’t look at him, but at everyone else in the kitchen, confirming his suspicion to them with just one look about the potential deeper meaning of Cas' words.
“See,” his gaze told them. “Cas wants something different. Something fancier. Which I’m not. I may be hot and getting him awake, or rather satisfied, but he’ll not stick with me because he knows there are better guys out there.”
Dean looked down at his eggs and bacon and suddenly didn’t feel any hunger anymore. He pushed his plate away and instead stared at Cas, drinking him in for as long as he’d be lucky enough to have him. He effectively ignored the others’ stares which as he scraped his chair over the floor and nuzzled his head into the opening of Cas’ t-shirt. He didn’t want to waste any of the precious moments they’d have together, even if Cas was surely gonna leave him soon.
Sam cleared his throat loudly now. “Well, anyway. Mom and I are gonna do research of Cas’ house now and you’ll finish with the sowing. And Dean, could I ask you to do a boundary run? You can train the quarter horse again and Cas can take your horse,” Sam suggested, taking it very well to see his brother transform into a snugly cat around their new neighbor. He must feel like it was a little strange to see him like this, but he also gave him the perfect excuse to be alone with Cas again.
“Yeah, sounds good,” Dean said, still all up close in Cas’ personal space. “Can you ride a horse, Cas?”
Cas saddled Dean’s horse all by himself and tried to impress everyone by climbing atop it with exceptional grace, hopping as he moved the animal out of the paddock.
Everyone huffed in his back as Cas hopped on and everyone muttered: “Pony club,” while Dean threw his leg over the trainee horse and followed him.
“See you later,” he shouted out when Bobby already turned his steps to the tractor again and Mary and Sam walked back to the house. Dean imagined that the research about their case wouldn’t take them too long, because the farm might be in tatters, but one of the first things Sam had done around the place was to install wifi and that would speed up their process considerably.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Cas said half an hour later when they had reached the boundary paddocks.
“How’s your butt?” Dean asked, trying to distract Cas from what was actually going on in his head.
“Fine,” Cas beamed back, but then he flinched because despite his enthusiasm, he was definitely saddle sore.
“You’re an open book, baby. Let’s take 5, ok?”
“But we’re not finished yet, are we?”
“We can take a break. The fence will still be there when we get back up.”
Dean walked a bit when they had tied the mare and his own horse to the fence and Cas caught up to him.
“You haven’t cleared this paddock yet,” Cas remarked when he stumbled over a rock that he hadn’t noticed.
“No, Sam wants to go into cattle farming eventually, and the animals need shade,” he pointed at a tree to the right where he wanted to see if there was damage to Cas‘ ankle.
Cas walked over and held a hand to the bark, looking up at the tree with reverent eyes.
“This must be standing here for over a hundred years or so, look at how big it is.”
“Yeah,” Dean muttered, but when he came up, he turned Cas around and pressed his back into the tree. “C’mere,” he panted and kissed Cas fiercely.
“What are you doing?” Cas said amused before he reciprocated the kiss.
“Just making sure you’re not going anywhere,” he answered once he needed to breathe, only to urge against Cas immediately again, letting him feel his desperate passion as they moved their lips together, tonguefucking obscenely while Dean’s hands were all over him.
“You got me trapped,” Cas said as he keened against him, but Dean felt reminded of how he had found him in his cellar and pulled off immediately.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-” he couldn’t go on, because Cas ripped him back immediately, making Dean brace himself against the bark now.
“I didn’t say that I don’t like it,” he moaned and rubbed himself on him. “Make us come again, just like in the shower, ok? Otherwise I’ll come in my pants soon.”
Dean only groaned as they freed their cocks and less than a minute later, two loads of jizz glistened in the grass. Apparently, the riding had pent them both up quite a bit.
Cas never stopped kissing him throughout, but when they had tugged themselves back in, he mumbled: “I think our 5 minutes are up, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Dean said and felt his dreaded suspicion about the duration of them confirmed again at Cas’ words. “Let’s finish this.”
“So, turns out your ghost is Abigail Porter, and as Bobby said, the daughter of the former owner. She was schizophrenic and her father often kept her locked up for her own good. She was on heavy medication, so it must have seemed to her as if she was tied up because she couldn‘t move her body. She was killed in a tragic accident when she got out of the house and ran after her father, who was out shooting wild pigs.”
“How did you find all that out?”
“Oh, I have some skills,” Mary blew figurative dust from her fingernails and then she smiled, “and I talked to Abner on the phone. He told me all about it, and how he sold the farm when he saw Abi standing in every corner. He thought he was nuts seeing her and it would go away when he moved. A real pity, too. If he had said something, we could have put her to rest sooner, before she turned violent.”
“Yeah,” Dean muttered. “Did he say where she was planted?”
Cas looked at him in confusion and so was Sammy as Mary answered: “She wasn’t. He had her cremated.”
“Great,” Den groaned exhaustedly and let himself fall into a wobbly chair next to the office desk. “And does he have any idea to what she may be tied then?”
“Nope,” Mary said with a grim expression.
“Great. That’s gonna be like a needle in a stack a needles. How on earth are we gonna find whatever it is in over four thousand acres?” Cas’ farm was a little smaller than Sam’s but still substantial enough too get a person frustrated when you wanted to find a specific object.
“We should start with the house,” Mary said. “And burn everything that even remotely looks like it could have belonged to her. And if that doesn‘t make her go, then we‘ll have to search the grounds.”
“Great,” Dean said again. “As if we don’t have enough to do as it is.”
“You don’t need to do this,” Cas said a little irritably, because Dean sounded so tired and unwanting. “I can manage that, now that I know what I ought to look out for.”
“No, Cas. You’re not doing this. In fact you’re not even going home alone until we find this thing. You’re staying here and that’s final,” Dean stemmed his hands into his hips and crowded in on Cas, taking this dominant stance because he didn’t want Cas to get really hurt and or let him out of his arms for as long as he could hold him, for that matter.
“How long will this take then? I mean are the farm hands safe? The animals?”
“We don’t know for sure,” Mary admitted. “It seems as if her spirit is all over the place which doesn’t really bode well at all.”
“How do you figure that?” Sam asked.
“Because of what you told me. Cas only woke up once you weren’t on the property anymore. That’s her doing.”
“See, you really shouldn’t go back there. She’s got her feelers out for you,” Dean told him.
“Alright,” Cas muttered, still a little angry. “But I am gonna help you with this. It’ll be much quicker this way. And I need to organize trucks to sell the cattle that is all ready for auction and find adjusting for the others.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary, they’re gonna be fine.”
“You surprise me, Dean,” Cas said with a vicious tone. “Because I seem to recall you being all protective of animals before this.”
“Yes, glad you remember that.” Dean gave back, equally vicious. “And now you look me in the eye and tell me if I wouldn’t help you get the cattle out myself if I had any doubt that she would attack them.”
Cas looked at him for half a minute, still angry. But then he folded and said: “I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok,” Dean said but punched him in the shoulder playfully nonetheless. “Can’t hurt to be careful though, I give you that.”
“Boys,” Mary said exasperatedly. “You’re like a roller coaster, you know that? One second you’re angry and then you’re already adorable again.”
“Not true,” Dean pouted.
“Yes, true,” Mary gave back. “Good, now that that’s settled, I think I’ll go home for a bit now. Your father must be wondering where I am. Although he could have called here, I suppose.”
Dean agreed silently because it had to be obvious where Mary had been overnight.
“I’ll be back first thing tomorrow and then we’ll go over to sweep the house. Bobby can look after everything here while we do that.”
“See you tomorrow.”
They hugged her goodbye as Sam drove her off in his truck, now that she wouldn’t be driving the Impala back home.