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Word of the Week in Writers Unite: Purpose

Dean looks up surprised that he has company. Who knows how long he has been just sitting here in the war room drinking beer. Lost in his wallowing. He sits up looking the angel up and down. Goes from staring down from the trench-coat at those inexplicably shiny black shoes back to his beer bottle.

"What's up Cass?"

"Nothing. You seem troubled."

Dean leans back in chair picking at the newest hole forming in his jeans. "Do I now? Why's that?"

"You passed up going out with Sam to that concert to sit here on your own and drink beer like you usually do."

"So? Thought you were going with him?" putting his beer down.

Castiel takes a second, wondering whether Dean actually wants to be alone, responds with "Did you want me to leave?" indicating to the library. Dean momentarily feels bad, he knows Cass is just trying to be social. He doesn't actually mind his presence as long as he learns his place.

"Nah it's okay, did you want something?"

"Just seeing that you're alright."

Dean shifts uncomfortably and plasters on his stoic facade. "I'm fine Cass." Draining his beer, getting up to get another. Castiel follows him to the library, keeping a distance, knowing Dean's issues with personal space.

"Dean, you just seem a bit more down lately."

"Cass!" Dean exclaims slamming the mini-fridge door. Seriously will this angel ever learn that he doesn't want to talk. He flicks the bottle cap at him.

"Really Dean, there was no need to be mean."

"I'm sorry Cass but do one."

"Dean-" The angel is cut off by Dean's loud sigh.

Exasperated Dean slumps into a chair. Castiel, recognising Dean's form from previous times he's ended up opening up, sits on the other side of the table, quietly waiting for Dean to speak.

"After everything we've been through, Hell, the friggin' Apocalypse, Purgatory, is there anything actually left or is this it? Fighting stinking monsters and drinking beer?"

"Do you mean like what's your purpose in life?"

"Well, no but yeah I guess. I don't know alright. What's the bloody point?"

They stare at each other while Castiel thinks. "I have no answers Dean. This life is what we make it. You chose this path, but you don't have to stay on it."

"Frigging awesome." Dean mutters. Going quiet again sipping on his beer.