Dean woke up in the middle of the night. It was still dark. He glanced at the clock. The numbers glowed in the dark. 2.11 AM.
Just perfect,he thought.
Lately he had had this laissez faire attitude towards everything. He didn't care about the demons, or hunting. He had no interest in food. He ate as he had to stay alive. He had found a new craving for Jack Daniels. His mouth watered as he thought about the taste of it.
Obviously he still cared about his brother. Nothing in the world would ever change that. Nothing. There's nothing he would do for Sammy.
Dean ran a hand through his hair. Suddenly he heard a flutter of wings.
Cas, Dean thought and let out a sigh.
- Hello, Dean, the angel spoke silently.
The dark clouds in Dean's mind seemed to drift away. - Hi, Cas, why so late?
Dean imagined the head tilt as he couldn't see in the dark.
- You are awake.
- That goes without saying. You don't hear me snoring, do you?
- Sam is asleep.
- Well, I am glad you are here to tell these things, Dean chuckled.
- Why aren't you sleeping?
- Dunno, I woke up. So you came here to give me a late night therapy session, is that it? Well, you know what, I'll rather sleep.
- As you wish, Dean, Castiel said and touched Dean's forehead. The hunter fell asleep instantly. - But I will return, Dean.
The angel vanished.