With a soft grumble, Dean Winchester collapsed onto one of the two motel beds. Hunts can be a bitch, and this one proved to be no exception. Much to Dean's amazement, Sam not only seemed fine, but insisted on looking for a new case. Cas, as usual, sat straight-backed on the couch, tuning into some weird TV show. What it is, you never know, it's Cas.
Slowly, Dean drifts into a restful state. Just before he falls asleep, the soft strains of a familiar song reach his ears. Prying his heavy lids open, he confirms that yes; Cas is softly singing Hey Jude.
"Hey Jude, don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it better…" Castiel sings softly.
Memories wash over Dean, of his mom singing this to him, of curling up in a ball in Random Hotel Room #1246 with the lyrics of this song his only comfort from the knowledge of an absent mom, and the weight on his shoulders. Without thinking, his voice rises up to meet Cas's.
"Remember, to let her into your heart, then you can start, to make it better…" Dean watches as Cas whips his head around to him, that little smile on his face that may as well be a full out grin. It hits him, the warmth it conveys spreading to every corner of him. Heaving himself up, Dean crosses the motel room to plop down next to Cas, under Sam's approving grin.
"Hey Jude, don't be afraid, you were made to go out and get her…" They sing together, a smile threatening to erupt on Dean's face. Hesitantly, Cas reaches over, entwining their hands. Dean's breath catches, as Cas quietly sings;
"The minute, you let her under your skin…"
With a weak voice, Dean finishes; "Then you'll begin, to make it better…"