You can blame Lara
"Sam?" Dean called as he slammed the door of the motel room behind him. There was no answer. "Son of a bitch."
"Your brother is perfectly safe."
Goddammit. The last thing he needed right now was an angel. He turned to see Castiel standing uncomfortably close. Dean took a step back.
"Cas, we've gotta talk about this."
"About what?" the angel frowned.
"Personal space. You're not giving me any."
"My apologies."
"Do you know where Sam is?" Dean changed the subject.
"No. He is with the demon, but I am unsure as to where."
"Ruby. Great. So why are you here?"
"You need to prevent another seal from being broken."
"I do. I thought it was the angels' job."
"You never displayed objections before."
Dean sighed. "Well, what is it?"
"Sherlock, are you listening to me?"
He was ignored.
"I realise that Irene's death must have hit you hard, but -"
"Your incessant talking isn't helping me, John."
He sighed heavily. "Fine. I'm going to go and see Molly. Maybe she can talk some sense into you."
"I highly doubt it."
"You said sorry to her," John reminded him, pulling on his jacket. "If anyone can get you to do that, they can get you to do anything."
"What's wrong?"
"A storm's approaching."
Rose frowned at the Doctor. He was staring at the sky. "What do you mean?"
"I can feel it. Something's wrong."
"Let's watch the olympics, yeah?"
"Yeah," he murmured, allowing Rose to walk away for a moment before following.
Just a little titbit I guess. If you like it, I'll write it. If you don't, I'll put a prompt on tumblr for someone who can actually write well