For Solo.
Because she listens to my problems, and has become a good friend in a short period of time.
As the sun rose and shone hard through the thin, ragged curtains of the motel, Dean Winchester curled himself into a tight ball and hid his face in the bed sheets to avoid the harsh light that had decided to lay its wrath upon him. 'Just five more goddamn minutes…' He squeezed himself into a tighter ball and winced, still feeling the pain in his ribs from the branding Castiel had placed upon Dean and Sam. Dean hadn't given a second thought as to what the branding might mean besides the obvious that it was supposed to protect them from other angels. This same train of thought led Dean to think that maybe he should ask Castiel if there was some way to ward off demons too.
His train of thought was interrupted when Sam, stepped through the motel room's door, and slammed it shut.
"Goddamnit Sam! Normal people are trying to sleep here!" Dean didn't really want to admit that none of this actually mattered because his sleep had been ruined by thinking way too many thoughts (which was usually Sam's thing…The Sasquatch must be infectious, or something.)
"Don't see any normal people here, Dean." Sam countered, as he meticulously laid down the donut, two coffees, and his fruit salad. The elder brother frowned and got up from his safe little fort of bed sheets and growled. "You okay?" Sam asked but didn't look over at his brother, deciding he was probably grumpy because he hadn't been laid in a while.
"No, I'm not freakin' 'Okay'. What the hell did Cas do to us? My chest hurts, man!" Dean rubbed his chest in emphasis, and made his way to the counter and his donut.
"I don't know, Cas said they were sigils – "
"- To protect us, blablabla..Yeah, I was there, Sammy. I got the memo. The dude branded us like cows." Sam smirked at his annoyed and overly dramatic brother. It was amusing to him how dramatic Dean could actually get, and yet still claim that he didn't want 'any chick-flick moments.' Sam watched Dean as he tore into his donut like an animal, and quietly opened up his fruit cup.
"You could always call Cas and ask." Sam regretted saying it, because the moment it left his mouth he received the most incredulous look from Dean.
"If he wanted to tell us, he would have." Dean snapped.
"Just call him already." He knew he was treading thin ice now, because Dean raised his eye brow and got up from where he was seated.
"We're on a case, we don't have time for this freakin' cattle branding crap."And with that, the pissed off brother shut himself into the bathroom and turned on the rusty shower tap full blast.
"Alright…Well, I'll be at the coffee shop three blocks down, researching the case, if you need me." Dean heard the click of the door, and Sam was gone.