Coffee
Tag for 'The Executioner's Song'
It's only been a few minutes since Dean announced he was going to sleep for four days and headed for his room, but something feels off. I can't place what it is, but like I just told Cas, Dean's in trouble. I put my coffee mug down on the table, the brown liquid sloshing in the cup. I watch it as it settles. 'Something's wrong' the repeating thought in my mind sending off alarm bells. Sitting across from me, Cas appears to be having similar thoughts. He's staring off into space in the general direction of Dean's room, a cooling mug of coffee between his hands, more out of habit these days then necessity.
"Maybe I should go check on him."
It takes me a moment to realize that I said my thoughts out loud. Cas is looking at me searchingly with his deep blue eyes.
"We should give him some time." Cas says, staring off in the direction of Dean's room again.
He plays with his mug idly, the handle taping between his thumbs. I take another sip of my coffee. An uneasy silence settles over the room.
"Do you think he's going to be ok?" I ask in a near whisper as I stare into the endless void in my mug.
"I don't know."