It had been one full week now since Cas had died, and Dean was still hurting just as badly as when it happened. He hadn't gotten any better. He knew he would eventually, just not any time soon. He also knew that when he finally did, it wouldn't be the same as any other loss. When Bobby, Ellen, Joe, even Sam. When they all died, he knew that Cas's death wouldn't hurt the same way. He never felt the same way for anyone, which was hard to say considering he was extremely close to all of them. But it was May 26th and they still had no lead on Lucifer's son, ever since he got away. You wouldn't think it would be so difficult to find him, but it was. Since they couldn't do anything but research at the time, they were working a case. It was a simple Wendigo hunt in Indiana. Dean was on his way back to the motel after taking it out. Him and Sam were headed to the diner for some food before they hit the road. Dean pulled up and Sam got in, throwing the bags into the back seat. The drive to the diner was relatively quiet, Sam had tried to make conversation, not that Dean was in any mood to chat. Sam never knew for sure, but pretty much assumed that Dean and Cas were more then just friends. It's not like it was hard to tell. Ever since he died, Sam had been trying to cheer Dean up as much as he could, with pie, burgers, hunts, whatever he knew he liked, but none of it worked. Back at the bunker, Sam had noticed that Dean was actually doing research, a lot of it, except it wasn't for any hunt. He was reading through every book the men of letters owned, trying to find a way to bring an angel back to life. Sam wasn't sure it was possible, but he knew Dean would destroy himself if he didn't at least try.

They pulled up to the diner, and walked in. It wasn't very busy, as it was the middle of the night. Lucky for them it was 24 hours. They ordered the usual and ate up as quickly as they could, wanting to get over to Colorado as soon as possible. Sam imagined that hunting would be the best way for Dean to take his mind off of things, and help him cope, as it also did in the past, so that's exactly what they were doing. The waitress at the restaurant was hitting on Dean like no other, if it was any other time, he would have put the hunt on hold while he took her back to the motel, but Dean wasn't interested at all. Sam assumed it was because of Cas, only because she was definitely Dean's type. But he didn't seem to care, in fact she only made him want to leave faster. She gave Dean her number, even though he paid no attention to her the whole time. When they got outside, Dean through the piece of paper in the trash can and got in the car. Sam now knew that their was something really wrong with him. Dean never not wanted to have sex. "Are you alright?" Sam asked as they got in the car "You know, considering". Dean didn't reply or look over at Sam. He thought it was a stupid question, of course he wasn't alright. He had just lost his mother and the one he cared for more then anyone. Excluding Sam. He couldn't understand how Sam expected him to be okay. Dean pulled out of the parking lot and headed west. It was an 18 hour trip from Indiana to Colorado. "I'll drive. You should get some sleep" Sam said. Dean thought for a minute, ready to take up his offer, as he hadn't slept more then 2 hours each night, the past week, but decided he wasn't really up for another nightmare. "I'm fine" He replied. Sam was worried about him, but knew there wasn't anything he could do, except for be there for him if he decided he wanted to talk. "Okay" Sam said.

A few hours into the trip, Sam had passed out in the seat next to Dean. Dean looked over at him, making sure he was asleep. He turned the radio on, as Sam was used to sleeping through it, and turned the station to one he never had before. 96.1. It was pop, something Dean hated. He went through a few different stations before settling on one. It was a song he knew a little too well. Closer, by the Chainsmokers. He would never understand why Cas liked it so much. But he remembered it. He remembered Cas getting into the passengers seat next to him and trying to figure out how the radio worked, when he finally got it turned on, this was the song that was playing. Dean tried to change it and to explain to him that, that wasn't the music he should be listening to. But Cas didn't want him too. Dean wasn't too happy about it but pulled his hand back from the dial and continued driving. After it was over, Cas looked at him with a wide smile, "I like that one" he had said. From that point forward he always made Dean listen to that song whenever it came on, and it came on a lot. Dean chuckled, remembering that moment as he heard the song on his radio, but his smile quickly faded to a frown. He turned the volume up as his eyes starting filling up with tears. He was able to hold them back, in case Sam had woken up. He could explain the song, but not why he was crying over it. Luckily he didn't have to worry about that, but turned the radio off after the song, realizing that turning it on in the first place was a bad idea.

Along the way, they stopped for food and various other supplies. Dean drove the whole way there without stopping for anything else, even though Sam pushed him to get some sleep. When they finally got to the small town in Colorado they, for once, actually got a relatively nice hotel, instead of a crappy motel. They got to their room and unpacked a few things before Dean ended up passing out on the bed. Sam was doing research on the case. They knew it was a spirit, just had to figure out who it was. He looked over at Dean from time to time, and eventually put his headphones in. Ever since last Thursday, Dean hadn't been sleeping well. He rolled around constantly in his sleep and occasionally let out a whimper or two.