It was raining out, and not like the "Oh, I think I'll go out and play!" kind of rain. No, the "HOLY SHIT I DIDN'T KNOW THAT THERE WAS THAT MUCH WATER!" kind of rain. Dean and Sam were sitting in a small, two bed motel room in the middle of "God knows where" Indiana. Actually God did know where, but we'll get back to that later.
Sam was on his computer, siting in his bed, trying to figure out how to kill the chimera that was currently razing the small town they were in. Meanwhile, Dean was pacing back and forth. Cas had left a few hours ago, saying that he was going to "grab something".
I would say that Dean was panicking, but that would be an understatment. Dean was scared. All he could think was, what if he got trapped by Crowley, or what if another angel killed him. Dean could not stop, every second his mind would invent some new way that Cas could have died.
Suddenly, Dean heard a loud banging on the door. Dean grabbed his gun, and practically ran to the door. When he opened the door, a soaking wet Castiel walked in, and sat down on one of the cheap ass beds.
"So?" Dean asked, looking at Cas.
"So what?" replied the drenched angel, seemingly unaware that he was getting Dean's bed wet.
"So what did you get?" asked Dean
"Uhhh, nothing" Cas said, clearly hiding something.
"Okay" Dean replied, deciding that if the angel didn't want to share, he didn't have to.
"Uh Cas" Dean said.
"Yes?"
"Get off my bed."
Cas seemed to pause for a second before rising. Dean flopped onto his bed and fell asleep within minutes. Cas muttered something and went into his connected room. Sam decided that he could use some shut-eye as well, and went to sleep.
