Cas looked at the cell phone he'd picked up. In a moment of weakness he had left Dean a message with the phone number. He already had a number of messages from him. Asking where he was, how he was planning on making money. Cas wanted to reply, he did; but he couldn't do it, not after Dean had just chucked him out like that. He was mad at Dean, confused, betrayed. He was on his own, even if Dean was trying to help, it didn't make any difference; right now. He didn't want Dean's help.
After leaving the bunker, Cas had started walking. He walked so far, days passed, and his mind was a blur. Eventually he had come across an old warehouse, and he finally settled down to sleep with the other twenty, or so people there who didn't have homes either. No where to sleep, no one who cared enough about them to help, to give them a warm bed, and some hope. Cas felt alone.
He now listened again to the messages Dean had left. He wondered what was happening at the bunker. Was Dean even there, or was he away on a job? Again, so many questions. Why was he always confused? Why did he always have so many doubts? Why can't he be happy for once?
Dean sat down at the table with Sam. He'd had a distressful day the day before: lying to Sam about Ezekiel, watching Charlie die, and then leave; he'd hardly had any time to stop and think about Cas. He'd made up for it today though, leaving him various messages, asking him where he was. He was shocked to hear Cas' message telling him his cell number, but then felt only relief, knowing that Cas' was alright, knowing that he must have found civilisation, because he'd purchased a cell phone. He could only hope now that he had somewhere to go.
He was getting worried though, Cas wasn't answering him. The relief that he had felt was slowly disappearing, the longer Cas went without replying. What if he was sleeping on the streets? What if an angel or reaper found him? Or anyone for that matter, humans could be pretty evil, and although Cas was a fairly good fighter, Dean knew he wasn't used to not having his angel powers. He was scared.
Sam had stopped talking, and was looking at Dean.
"Sorry Sammy, I wasn't paying attention." Dean glanced between Sam and the table.
"I asked what's wrong. What's bothering you?" Sam had that look on his face: The 'I think we should talk' face. Dean however had no intention of letting Sam know what he was feeling about Cas. It would start him asking too may questions that he wouldn't be able to answer; and anyway, he wasn't the sort of person that needed to talk about his feelings.
"Nothing Sammy, just thinking about Charlie, what she's up to now", he had one of those small smiles on his face, the one he obtained whenever he was hiding something, luckily Sam didn't notice this.
"Yeah, she's finally got what she's always wanted, magic in her life. Lets' just hope she comes back and tells us all about it. Don't worry about her Dean, she'll be fine, she's smart, more that smart, she's a frickin' genius! And she's got Dorothy with her, they're a good team."
Dean knew he was trying to be reassuring, and gave him a smile back. He was worried about Charlie, but at least she wasn't alone, not like Cas. Cas was all alone; he was a species he hardly understood. There was still so much he would have to learn before he would be able to take care of himself completely on his own. Dean had offered to help him, but was now afraid that he'd scared him away. He didn't know what to do, he was annoyed that Cas wouldn't accept his help, and angry at Ezekiel for making him leave in the first place.
Cas and Dean were both lost. Unsure what to do; but they both had to get on with life until Dean could explain what was happening with Ezekiel, or Cas could bring himself to accept Deans help.