Chapter One: The only thought that counts

"Just another nothing, boring, cold ass February day." Dean Winchester thought to himself he rolled out of bed to adjust the thermostat down the hall." Well at least my bed is the comfiest thing ever." With that thought he smiled and walked back towards his bed and sat down. Pouring himself a glass of whiskey- or was it scotch today, he couldn't remember he changed out the bottle he kept next to his bed out so frequently that he just forgot- "oh well, alcohol is alcohol right?" He thought as he poured a glass. Finishing the glass in record time he looked toward the clock, damn… 4:23am. Well at least it wasn't two o'clock in the morning like yesterday. Walking – or rather speed walking- to the kitchen (his stomach was growing like a – oh he didn't want to think of an example at this time in the morning he just wanted some food) upon entering the kitchen, in turn a thought entered his head... "Hmm haven't seen Cas in a while… (ever since they opened back up the pearly white gates and Cas proved to the angels he – in his words- "truly didn't mean to cause a row and was genuinely sorry" how mushy is that.. but the angels still didn't trust his so they have been putting him through hell ever since. I just hope those feathery winged dicks weren't being too hard on the poor guy, his poor angel- wait did dean just say his poor angel? Whatever just a fluke… maybe" Dean thought to himself "I'll call him later, see if he can come down for a few." After all, as far as Dean Winchester knew this was going to be just another day.