3:43 a.m.
From: 234678568
Dean?
To: 234678568
who is this
From: 234678568
This is Castiel.
To: 234678568
dude where are you? CALL ME.
From: 234678568
I am unable to, at the moment.
To: 234678568
why the fuck not
From: 234678568
I am hiding in an alleyway, a fellow former angel has been chasing me. If I speak I run the risk of giving away my location.
To: 234678568
oh god are you okay? are you hurt? where are you? i'm comin to get ya
From: 234678568
I am fine. I have only been hurt slightly. I am unsure of where I am, but I believe I am somewhere in Texas.
To: 234678568
ok just stay there, in that town okay i'll get sam to track the gps on your phone just hold on buddy
From: 234678568
Okay. Thank you, Dean.
5:07 a.m.
To: Cas
hey sam bitched about me wakin him up but we found your location, im on my way right now
From: Cas
I am resting at a motel, the sign said it's called "Sunny Day Inn"
I'll wait here.
To: Cas
okay good i should be there in a day at the most just stay safe
From: Cas
I will try.
From: Cas
I miss you, Dean.
From: Cas
I'm assuming you're are driving, so you are unable to answer these texts.
But, thank you Dean, really. I didn't expect you to want to come get me after all I've done to you.
I will understand if you don't wish to speak to me, after you pick me up. And that's okay, I guess. I'll find some where to stay and try to make right what I have done wrong. And I won't be a nuisance to you any longer.
9:28 p.m.
From: Cas
dEAN I THIYNK I
I thINgk i lOve yoU
To: Cas
dude are you drunk? I'm 20 minutes away
To: Cas
we have to talk about those previous texts when you're all safe and sobered up, okay?
To: Cas
you could stay at the bunker ya know
there's lots of room there
10:06 p.m.
To: Cas
alright man, i'm here. what room are you in?
From: Cas
blragkasma 322
hAA
Dean stepped out of the Impala, looking around the motel parking lot. He spotted room 322 and carefully walked over. He had a flask of holy water, a piece of iron, and another a bottle of borax at the ready. He also had his gun tucked into the back of his jeans, along with Ruby's knife inside his jacket. He knew very well this could be a trap, but he couldn't just not try and find Cas.
Dean cautiously knocked on the door, when no one answered he kicked it open, afraid of what he'd find waiting inside.
When he looked around the room, Cas was no where to be seen. So he checked inside the bathroom. He found Cas sitting next to the toilet, barfing his guts out. His trench coat and suit had been traded out for a blue jacket and maroon hoodie, he looked tired, with bags under his eyes and an overall forlorn look to his face. Dean waited until he finished vomiting, rubbing a reassuring hand over his back.
Cas looked up at him, and Dean reached down to pull him up, and into a hug.
"Dude, when was the last time you had a fucking shower?"
He felt Cas shrug, as he wrapped his arms around Dean's waist and buried his face in his chest. Cas let's out a noise that almost sounds like a sob, Dean rested his chin on top of Cas' head, murmuring words of comfort to the fallen angel.
When Cas finally pulls back, after what seems like an eternity but still not long enough, Dean puts his arm around his shoulders, guiding him out of the bathroom.
"Let's get you home."