It goes far, far to Winchesters' past when the boys actually smiled.
One of the cherished, happy moments was the day when the boys played outside with their dad. When Sammy managed to catch a ball with such a talent the smiled so widely, it made his elder brother smile, too. When John saw his offspring grinning like idiots, he laughed. He tousled the mops of hair of the boys and shook his head.
Dean shook his head to clear his thoughts. He had lost in thought, in good memories. He tried to avoid it as it didn't do any good. His and Sam's life wasn't all dancing on roses.
Dean glanced at his brother who was snoring on the bed next to his.
- Dean? The was a familiar voice. The elder Winchester hadn't paid any attention to the fluttering wings.
- Cas, what do I owe this pleasure?
Castiel, the angel of the Lord, frowned.
- Nah, forget it. It's just… You haven't been around much lately.
- Is that why are you upset?
- What? No! Dean denied little too harshly.
- You do look a bit out of spirits, Dean.
- Oh, yeah? Dean asked irritated. – I mean really. Have you looked in the mirror lately? The same stubble, the same trench coat, the same "I just got laid" hair…
- Excuse me? Castiel frowned and touched his hair and it just got messier.
Dean actually blushed as he realized what he had said. – Nothing. I am just tired. I am sorry.
- I see that you are not angry with me. There's something bothering you.
- No shit, Sherlock?
- Dean, what is it? Castiel asked.
Damn, the angel is not giving up, sighed Dean in his mind.
- How did I end up here? Look at this place!
Castiel looked around the room. – It's just like all the other motels you spend your nights.
- Exactly. Why is that? Why can't the hunters stay at five-star hotels?
- Dean. Tell me. What is really bothering you?
- Nothing.
- Why are you acting like this way, then?
- As I said, I am tired. Exhausted.
Castiel tilted his head.
- Oh, no. Don't look at me like that.
- Like what?
- Forget it. It's just - me and Sammy. We used to smile a lot as we were children. I never smile. I mean genuinely. It's just smirks and stuff. We never laugh. Just chuckle. Cas, will I ever be happy again?
Castiel stared at Dean with his blue eyes looking somewhat compassionate. – I wish I knew, Dean.
Dean scratched his head. – I know. I am sorry. I'm just –
- Tired. I know.
