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"He said that he won't help us, Cas." Dean states quietly, wishing that he didn't have to tell Castiel that. He doesn't want to be the one to crush Cas' hope.
"Maybe Joshua was lying." Castiel looks down, like he wants so bad to just believe it.
Sam shakes his head, "I don't think that he was."
Dean watches, feeling helpless when Cas' shoulders slump in defeat. He looks so broken. And Dean wants to comfort him. Wishes that he could do something that would give Cas alittle bit of hope, but he can't think of anything that can fix this.
"There has to be another way. We will find it." Sam says, desperation straining his voice.
Dean shakes his head as he walks to Castiel and puts his arm around the angel's shoulder, leading him out of the motel room.
"What now?" Sam asks, following them out, carrying their duffle bags.
Dean arches a eyebrow at him, "First, we're going to get some breakfast, then we will call Bobby and see if he knows of any jobs that we can do."
"Why?" Cas asks, looking disappointed. Dean knows that it's not the part about getting breakfast or doing a job that's making Castiel sound so lost, but rather the fact that they don't have a chance of ending the apocalypse.
Dean sighs as he pulls him closer. "I don't know, Cas. I just don't."
They get into the impala and take off, wondering how many more days do they got left, and hoping that somehow things will get better.