Dean's POV
Dean one was the first one to wake up the next morning, sluggish as he rolled out of the lumpy bed he'd just barely managed to fall asleep on.
Crossing his arms behind him and arching his back, Dean grunted in relief as he felt the telltale pops and cracks emanate loudly from his stiff spine.
Looking over at Sam's bed, he watched younger man shift lazily onto his side facing Dean and rub his face tiredly, eyes cracking open as he spoke in a rough voice.
"Get a hold of Cass yet?"
Dean reflexively tensed at the question before sighing in defeat and nodded.
"Yea, fat lot of good it did me, but yea."
Sam's eyebrows furrowed in question as he slowly pulled himself into a sitting position.
"What's that supposed to mean? Something going on with Cass?"
Dean snorted obnoxiously at that and nodded.
"Oh, definitely, not that the sneaky bastard would tell me what the hell it was though."
He cracked his fingers and shook his head in disgust. "I swear man, I dunno about you but I am so sick of all the lying and bull that goes on between us. I mean, we're all still on the same side, right?"
Sam gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sure he's got good intentions for keeping secrets Dean."
"You know what they say is paved with good intentions dude. We know that fact first hand."
Sam nodded solemnly before running a hand through his messy mountain of hair.
"Whatever it is, we just gotta hope that it does more good than harm, because we both know that Cass isn't just going to spill his guts if he does have a secret agenda going on behind the scenes."
Dean rolled his eyes and fell backwards back into the bed. Covering his face with his hands, Dean rubbed it tiredly.
He was getting way too old for this shit.
Castiel's POV
"Hello angel, and how are you this fine day" Crowley spoke with a small smirk.
Castiel gave him a dark glare before looking down at the vampire currently withering in pain on Crowley's slab.
A steady stream of dead man's blood was dispensed into the monsters blood stream through an IV drip, leaving it helpless to fight back.
"How has your progress on finding an entrance into Purgatory come along?" Castiel questioned gruffly, eyes not moving from the disfigured vampire.
"Peachy. Don't you bloody think that if knew anything on that front I'd have told you by now?" Castiel arched a brow at him.
Crowley shrugged, unabashed. "Alright, maybe I wouldn't have, but all the same I haven't." Setting down the scalpel, he whipped his bloody hands off on the red splattered apron that covered his expensive looking suit.
"So, how are Frick and Frack these days? Angst riddled as ever I presume?" Castiel shot him another dark glare, anger rearing up at the mention of the Winchester's.
Taking note of Castiel's dark look, Crowley grinned cheekily.
"That well, eh? Don't think I haven't seen you moping over your precious little Dean for the past bloody month in a half. It's downright sickening if you ask me." He muttered, picking up a buzz saw purposely and inspecting it closely.
"No one did ask you Crowley, so I recommend you keep your opinions to yourself." Castiel ground out, defensiveness flaring throughout his body at the mention of the elder Winchester brother.
He'd become much more sensitive on the topic of Dean Winchester in the past few months then he cared to admit.
With a theatrical sigh and roll of his eyes, Crowley shook his head as he flicked the off switch to on to the buzz saw.
"Whatever you say, darling. Now, you run along because my friend here and I have some work we need to attend to." Crowley murmured with a sadistic shine to his eyes as he slowly started to lower the buzz saw down towards the monsters chest.
A high pitched whine of fear erupted from the helpless vampire strapped down and it started to struggle weakly against its restraints.
Castiel had the good grace to feel a fleeting glint of sympathy for the creature before silently disappearing into the night
Dean's POV
"Dean? Dean!"
Dean jumped at the shout of his name, looking over at Sam with a flicker of irritation from the driver's seat of the Impala.
"What?"
"Dude, you've been zoning out none stop today. What's up with you? Still obsessing on Cass' dirty little secret?" Sam queried with an arched brow.
Tightening his hands on the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, Dean sighed. "I'm not obsessing over anything smartass. I'm just being quiet; you should give it a try some time."
Sam snorted and rolled his eyes at that. "Oh, bull crap dude, you've been doing nothing but moping since your little falling out with Cass. Why don't you just call him down or something?"
"What the hell do you think I've been doing for the past month Sam? The son of a bitch doesn't ever answer any of my calls! He shows up one time to tell me that he forgot to get back to me, acts all mysterious and shit and then poof! Gone." Dean shook his head in disdain.
"Well, as long as you're not obsessing."
Shooting Sam a scathing glare, Dean pressed down harder on the accelerator.
"Shut up, Sam."
"Seriously dude, I get that you're stressed out about the whole Cass situation, but we have bigger fish to fry right now." Sam sighed.
"You think I don't know that? With Eve riding our asses we gotta be on our game 24/7 until we figure out a way to plug that bitch."
"Exactly, so how does mooning about your angel factor into that again?"
"One, he's not my damn anything, and two, I repeat emphasis, shut up Sam." Dean growled out.
Shaking his head again with another sigh, Sam looked out the window tiredly. "Our lives are really, really weird."
Laughing scornfully, Dean nodded in complete agreement. "You're telling me, dude"
TBC
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