Bunker-PRESENT
"So we're dealing with another rogue angel?" Dean asks impatiently as he kicks his feet up on the bunker's map table
All along the table, files and lore books are scattered, all of them hopefully relating to the angel that they're looking for. Sam had organized the papers into neat piles several times, but Dean would simply toss them back into the chaotic scene they were in before.
It's not that Dean's angry at Sam, luckily the younger brother knows that. It's not Sam's fault that Cas is missing. Sam's not the one who yelled at Cas or screwed up the hunt. Dean's angry with himself, and therefore decides to take it out on the research.
"Seems like it" Sam sighs across from across the map table, not bothering to look up from newspaper he is reading
The laptop, which Sam has abandoned for the newspaper, lays open in front of him. The screen has long since gone dark.
"And anything about Cas?" Dean asks, desperately grasping at straws
"It says here that the victim's eyes had been burnt out." Sam reads, "Could be our guy,"
"I asked about Cas. Not another goddamned angel." He spits
He's sick of hearing Sam's guesses at possible murders by the thing that took Cas. He wants to know where Cas is. Not past murders. Not random angels. It would do them no good. They need to focus on finding their friend.
Frustration begins to fill Dean's mind. Why would Sam not understand that they're on a clock here? A clock ticking away at Cas's life. They need to save him as soon as possible.
Sam looks at Dean a moment, not sure how to respond. He knows how furious Dean is at himself because of what happened to Cas. He has been able to keep himself from growing angry at Dean's short temper, but recently, Dean's good reasons just don't seem to be enough for Sam to keep his patience without a struggle.
He takes a deep breath in to calm himself before explaining to Dean the possibilities.
"Well...by the looks of it, it's possible it could be the same angel that took him,"
Dean turns his gaze to look at his shoelaces, unable to meet Sam's eyes. The younger hunter takes in the sight of his brother. Heavy bruises have formed beneath his eyes, a telltale sign he has not slept in days, despite what he may tell Sam. Dean's eyes have gone bloodshot, either more evidence of his lack of sleep, or all the liquor he's been consuming. Probably both. Ever since the case had gone to shit, Dean hasn't stopped looking for Cas. Sam pities his brother for all the weight he puts on his own shoulders.
"Dean, what happened, it wasn't your fault. You can't blame yourself."
Dean looks back at him, failing to understand why Sam keeps telling him not to take the blame.
"It was entirely my fault! If I hadn't been so stupid- if I'd have known he would take Cas-"
"But you didn't know," Sam reassures gently, which only aggravates Dean even more
"But I should have!"
"But you didn't," Same repeats, keeping up his calm persona
Dean's fed up with arguing. Sam just doesn't understand. Cas would be sitting here, in the bunker, safe and unharmed, if only Dean had brought the damned angel blades out of the trunk, like Cas told him to. But no, Dean wanted to show off to Cas, make himself look like a badass. What an idiot, it was all his fault.
"Where was the angel thing you were talking about?" is all Dean can say
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