...Should I? The batcave was empty, but I looked around for Sammy again just to make sure. Naomi could be right. Maybe Cas just figured killing me was the easiest option, but changed his mind. It didn't sound like him, but then again this whole year has got me questioning if I know him at all. It's not like the batcave is angel proof...if he wanted to pop in then he would. So what's the point of praying to him? I looked at the empty side of my room, the side that was just waiting for him...How could I be so stupid?! Cas is an angel. He would never feel the same towards me. No. I have to let go. I have to be a good brother for Sammy, he needs me right now and I need him. Just then I heard the door shut, and right on cue he's here again.
"Hey? Dean? I'm back. Oh, and I grabbed some beer too while I was out."
I followed his voice to where he was and saw the six pack of beer on the table with the other groceries. I hesitated, because a part of me knows I probably shouldn't be drinking. But what hell? It's just one beer and given the circumstances I've more than earned it. I grabbed the bottle and used the opener on my key chain. It was cold in my hand and had a slightly bitter taste going down, not my favorite brand, but good enough. The taste stayed on my tongue and left me wanting more and before I knew it the bottle was empty.
"Woah there, easy Dean. Those arn't all for you, you know."
"Yeah yeah..."
I looked up at Sammy and saw that behind the joking there seemed to be something more...
"Sorry, I was just really thirsty. Don't worry you can have the rest if you want."
I tried giving him a reassuring smile and it seemed to help some. The last thing I need is him worrying about me. If anything I should be worrying about him. He may be blowing off how the trials are affecting him, but I know it must be pretty bad. That's why I was glad we were working on a simple case to help keep his mind off things and right now, maybe a little distraction would be good for me too.