When you're standing on the edge of a cliff Dean learned, the idea of accepting the ending blow seems easier than the endless drop. Plateauing at the fact that he was standing at the edge of that cliff came as a slight shock to Dean. He was well into his 40's now, and though he was still as tough as a brick wall, he needed to decide if he wanted to go down swinging as he always thought he would or if he wanted to live a longer, quieter life.
The man clad always in layers of plaid and leather sat down one day chewing the end of a blunt pencil, before him a sheet of blank white paper. Dean wrote in captial letters large enough for the angels to see from heaven 'LIFE GOALS'. Under that he jotted down a list of things he wanted, the list started as expected with Sammy being safe and Lucifer caged or dead, but as he continued down his true desires began to surface. At the papers bottom he'd written Castiels name, children, and a baking business. [TBC•] (Tags: #destiel#destielfic#destielfluff#deanwinchester#castiel#castielnovak#dadstiel#dadstielfic#SPN#spnfanfiction#supernatural#supernaturalfic#sammywinchester#samwinchester)