House of an Angel
Outside the rain was soaking the dying grass as Dean stared out of the window. The television buzzed in the background of the room but he wouldn't notice it even if there was a breaking news bulletin. He was too fixated on the one thing clouding his mind... where the hell Castiel was. Usually at this time he was with him, on a mission. Lately, however, Cas had been rather distant. Even more than usual, which worried Dean. Not that he really cared, but he was helpful when hunting demons. Taking that to mind, he thought of all the places he though Castiel would be at, or visit, when he realized th at there wasn't much he really knew about him. Cas knew everything about Dean, including his family, life, and even his habits, but Dean knew nothing about the other man – well, angel. Then he remembered the one place that he had been told about: an old mansion that he sometimes rested at. Castiel had said he liked the mansion because it was a place where he could 'think without any rambunctious beings around him.' The only problem was that Dean didn't know exactly where it was... which would be a problem.
The first thing he decided to try was call Castiel, but knowing how terrible Cas was with a phone he doubted it would work. The other line rang once, twice, three times, four times, when Dean gave into his impatience and slammed the phone shut.
"Damn Cas..." he muttered to himself when all of a sudden his phone vibrated. He answered it with a higher pitched 'Hello?' then he'd hoped for.
"Hey, Dean.. what's wrong?" Sam asked from the other line with slight surprise in his voice.
"Oh, nothing. Why are you calling?" Dean responded with a disappointed tone.
"Just wanted to check on you. Dude, I haven't heard from you all day. Kind of odd."
"Well, I've been busy," he lied as he glared at the bag of chips on his lap.
"Sure. Just stay safe, alright? There's always someone looking for you."
"Always do, Sammy."
"Later, then." Sam ended the call with a click. He knew something was going on. He could almost feel it, but, it was none of his business so he stayed out of it. He just hoped things got better.
Dean soon fell asleep, crumbs scattered across his lap. If all else fails, eat and sleep. That was his motto, but it wasn't really the best choice for this situation. While he was in the middle of his dream that was filled with monsters and evil, his phone buzzed and caused the table to shake. This awoke Dean with a grunt as he sat up, the chips spilling over.
"Ugh.. who the hell-" He was cut off by his own silence when he saw the caller ID. It was Castiel.
"Hey? Hello?" Dean quickly answered.
"Hello Dean. You called," Castiel replied with his usual monotone voice, but Dean noticed something odd in his voice.
"Yeah, I know. Where the hell are you? We need your help, y'know," he disregarded the oddity.
"I apologize. I've been.. occupied with other things."
"Whatever. Tell me where you are, I'll be there in a sec to get you."
"I'd rather you not. There's no reason to."
"Uh.." Dean was at a loss for words. "Well, I'm still coming. Tell me."
"If you insist on knowing, I'm currently residing in an abandoned mansion. I-" Castiel was soon cut off,
"Cas? Hello?" Dean then remembered the problem he had with minutes. "DAMN!"