Still don't own Supernatural... -sighs-


Dean laid sprawled out on a bed in a motel room somewhere outside of Wisconsin. He was tired, but couldn't find peace to sleep. Yes, the room was pitch dark and filled with soothing silence, but, something was missing. And he knew what that something was.
Dean groaned, sitting up and grabbing his cell from his coat pocket. He was surprised to find he had one new message. He smirked to himself, when he opened it to find it was from his little angel.

C: Dean, where are you?

D: Y?

C: I want to know.

D: How 'bout u tell me where u r?

C: Where I am, isn't important. What's important is that I know where you are incase you need me.

D: I need u

C: Are you in some sort of trouble?

Dean chuckled a bit, Cas was always the one to overreact to little things. Another message came to Dean's phone when he didn't respond fast enough.

C: Dean! Tell me where you are! What's the problem?

D: The problems in my pants, hurry!

C: That was meant to be sexual, wasn't it?

D: (;

C: Pardon?

Dean looked at his phone confused.

D: Wht?

C: That's what I'm asking you. You put a semi colon and a bracket.

D: Tht's a wink, Cas

C: No, it isn't.

D: Turn ur phone sideways

Dean waited a moment with an amused smirk plastered on his face. Bliiiiiinnnnngggg. The message rang in.

C: It does… My apologizes…

D: Lawl ur 2 cute Cas

C: Lawl? That isn't a real word.

Dean busted out laughing to himself. Castiel, an angel from the heavens. A warrior for the lord. A magical and beautiful being, couldn't figure out how to speak IM. Dean blinked a couple times, his lids starting to slowly close.

D: Dn't worry 'bout it. G2g bed

C: Goodnight, Dean.

D: nite

The phone slide from Deans hands and the only sound remaining in the dark motel room was the slow even sound of Deans breathing.


Again, on my dA account 3