A/N: hello, my lovelies! I've been loving season 13 so far and just... It's so beautiful... Anyway, this is just a tiny Drabble thingy I did set after the end of Thursday's episode. And if Dean doesn't react at least similarly to this I will flip a table and call shenanigans on the writers, so yeah, enjoy!

XXX

"See you soon, Dean."

Dean hangs up with an audible click, setting down his phone, and turned to his brother.

"Okay that was definitely not Cas." He said, rather abruptly.

"What? How can you even tell?" Sam questioned, doubt and scepticism obvious in his voice.

"Just... The tone was all wrong... I mean the voice itself was dead-on but... Cas just doesn't talk like that, okay? You gotta trust me on this, Sammy." The older brother replied, his tone growing slightly pleading towards the end of his sentence.

"Okay, okay! Dean, I believe you, can you get a lock on his phone?" Sam relented.

Dean went over to his laptop and brought up the program to track the gps signal on Castiel's phone.

"Well?" Sam asked after a few minutes.

"Nothin'... Something's up, Sammy, it can't seem to get a fix on where his phone is, there isn't a signal, and I know Cas wouldn't just turn off his phone like that. I think he's in trouble, do you think that contact a' his nabbed 'im or something?!" Dean was low key -okay maybe not so low key- panicking by the end of his statement, his mind producing dozens of scenarios, all of them featuring Cas strung up somewhere with someone or something that could do completely accurate voice impressions.

"Dean, calm down! We'll find him, okay? We always find him." Sam attempted to soothe his brother, putting a hand on the other's shoulder.

"O...Okay, Sammy... You're right, we'll find him." Dean said, still attempting to calm his laboured breathing.

'God, Cas, where are you?' He thought desperately.

Update: he friggin' bought it, my dudes! Seriously, Dean, you are an idiot who doesn't look after his angel-husband properly! Just. Ugh. Dean. Why. You idiot. Why.