“Hey” you greeted and he nodded, taking a sip of his drink. Once he saw you he poured you a mug of coffee that turned cold hours later. Dean was leaning against the counter, eyes wandering around the kitchen aimlessly. Morning arrived slowly, the sun seemed to trudge its way up into the sky after a restless night. The pieces slid across the floor as he walked further from them, slamming his door shut. Shrugging he walked off to his room, taking another bite of the granola bar.ĭean watched from the turn in the hallway and rubbed his face, gripping his glass so tight he just let it go. With furrowed brows he wondered why you would be crying, he was better than he ever was before. He pressed his ear to your door and heard your soft sobs. Sam passed by your room casually, his arms swinging lazily by his sides. An hour passed and your sobs were still just as loud, your eyes a dark pink. You exhaled and crawled into bed, staring at the shattered lightbulb from your side until you began sobbing once more. “Damnit!” you shouted, chucking the lamp at the wall. Tears welled up in your eyes and began flowing freely, dripping off your face onto the floor. Silently you shut your door and leaned against it heavily. You took one more look at Sam, but he didn’t even reach out to you like he normally would. “We know” you whispered then pushed past Dean. “Guys, I’m not some psycho” Sam said, emerging from the halls. You straightened your back and turned around. Castiel began to say something then looked past your shoulder. “Please” you softened, looking at the angel with pleading eyes. You opened your mouth to shout but Dean placed a finger on your hand as a warning. It’s not possible” Castiel said and then looked at you. “It took several angels to rescues you, and you weren’t nearly as well guarded. “Well you pulled me out!” Dean exclaimed and you walked over to his side, nodding. “Well, then, just get it back” Dean commanded, looking at Castiel with stoic eyes. His apathy left you and Dean alone each night, occasionally with the company of whiskey. Each gear in your mind began turning, suddenly Sam’s actions began to make sense. “My guess is…still in the cage with Michael and Lucifer” Castiel said, and your knuckles turned white on the edge of the table.
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