Dean touched his lips as he drove, the wind howling across the plains of felled corn in the overcast morning. He could almost still feel the warmth of a half hour ago lingering. It was lucky the country road was straight to the horizon and bare as a salt lake because for a moment he closed his eyes. The thought of the hot breath made him tingle and he growled at the steering wheel, giving the accelerator an irritated twitch and staring down the road as if he could find his destination there.
It felt as if the wind was going right through his head. The thoughts he conjured were hollow and scattered and he tried to distill them into something bearable, less confusing. He bit his lip and swallowed the lump that he hadn't noticed rising. Stupid, stupid Cas, he shouldn't have done it.
That day was a lot of things, too many, Dean thought. It would have been better if it was simple, if he could just say he had an awful day and that would be the end of it.
He woke up at a quarter to five, way earlier than usual. Nothing in particular woke him, except for the feeling that something, and he didn't know what, was very wrong. He tried to shake it, rolled over to go back to sleep but sleep was an evasive mother fucker sometimes and he was impatient with it. He got up and washed his face at the bathroom sink. He was studying the purple rings beginning to form below his eyes when a swish and another face in the mirror made him jump.
"Shit Cas, don't do that." He growled and towel dried his face.
"I'm sorry Dean, but this is very important."
Cas had the same old tone as usual, same gloomy expression, how was he supposed to know how important this was. He couldn't have known. After all It wasn't the first time Cas had shown up out of nowhere and said something like that.