I swear I'm going to continue this, but this one is like a ridiculously short chapter. Also I'm sorry I took so long to update this, my depression has kept me from functioning but its a little better now and I miss writing. So... yeah, sorry.
"Dean!" calls out a muffled voice
Dean opens his eyes, finding himself lying on his bed. Crap, he must have fallen asleep. All Dean wanted to do was sit for a moment so he could rest, but he had in no means intended to fall asleep. He just wasted so much time when he could have been looking for Cas. Goddammit, Dean despises himself. He should be putting Cas' needs in front of his own for once, yet he manages to sleep anyway. He is in no doubt, a shitty person.
His door opens, and Sam's head pops in, "Did you get any sleep?" he asks concerned
Again, Dean is reminded of how much of a terrible person he is. He should be the one taking care of Sam, making sure Sam got sleep. It was his job, he was the older brother after all. Not only that, Dean's mind adds, but he left Sam by himself to look for Cas. That was supposed to be his job too. Cas was his angel.
No he's not, Dean remembers. Cas is not his. Cas would never be his because he could never love someone as despicable as Dean. Only in the hunter's dreams could he hold the angel. Not in reality. Never in reality.
"Yeah, how long was I out?" Dean asks, hoping it has not been over an hour
Sam checks his watch and smiles contentedly, "Almost eight hours,"
Eight hours? Was Sam joking? Dean stares at his brother, slack jawed. Eight hours, how was that even possible? The most sleep Dean could ever get at once was four or five. Never any more.
"Anyway," Sam says, "I was talking to Crowley-"
Dean lets out an exasperated sigh and mumbled a sarcastic, "Of course,"
Honestly, Dean is not sure why they had not ganked the son of a bitch yet. After what Crowley did to them- especially what he had manipulated Cas into, they should kill him on sight. Instead, they ask him for favors and tolerate his sass and small talk.
Sam ignores the comment and starts again, a little more firmly, "I was talking to Crowley, who heard something from one of his demons who said the angel's name is Bernael."
A chill runs down Dean's spine at the word angel. The reminder that Case would be safe and unharmed if Dean had only brought the goddamned angel blade.
"Dean," Sam says, snapping Dean out of his thoughts, "Are you even listening to me?"
"Yeah, Sammy, continue," he says quietly
He fiddles with the sheets that are bunched up on his side as he listens to Sam talk. He cannot help the guilt from rising when he thinks about Cas. It was all his fault. If Cas does -no do not think like that, Dean says to himself silently.
Finally, Dean manages to look up at his brother, who seems all too hopeful for their situation.
"Well, Crowley knows where Cas might be,"
My girlfriend read the story, not knowing I had wrote it, and all she said was 'this needs smut'. Guys, does it actually? I was probably just going to heavily imply anything too explicit, but...should I include it? Please let me know what you want me to do.
