For once, the case was actually pretty straightforward. They found the werewolves that night, (Two of them, which made for a good challenge) put a silver bullet through their hearts, and headed back to the motel. Dean wanted to check in with Mary and Cas, but it was late. Hopefully they were sleeping.
The next morning, the first thing he did was check his phone for messages. There were none, and no news is good news, right?
"Hey, anything from Mom? Or Cas?" Sam asked, pulling his boots on.
"Nope." Dean dialed Mary's number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Mom. How's it going?"
"Good, what about you? How's the case?"
"Over. We ganked the werewolves last night."
"Werewolves? As in plural?" There was a hint of worry in her voice.
"Only two. Nothing we couldn't handle. We're good, not even a scratch."
"Thank God..."
"How's Cas?" Dean asked, trying to keep the concern out of his voice.
"He's doing better. Still has a bit of a fever, but he's resting now."
"Good. That's good, I'm glad he's doing better."
"He misses you, you know." Dean could hear the smile in her voice.
He snorted. "We've only been gone one day!"
"I know." She chuckled. "The first thing he asked when he woke up last night was, 'Where's Dean?'"
Dean couldn't help but grin. He felt a weird twinge in his stomach, knowing that Cas missed him too. "Ha. That sappy son of a bitch. He, uh, didn't ask about Sam?"
"Nope. Just you."
"Hm. Well, that's flattering." He suddenly felt awkward. He didn't want his mother getting the wrong idea. "He's uh, we've got this bond thing going on."
"I can tell." Was that sarcastic? She was definitely smirking on the other end. Oh God, he was just making things worse.
"Like, when he pulled me out of Hell, he left this handprint on my arm, and uh, that kinda bond, you know?"
"Dude. You're babbling." Sam whispered. "Wrap it up."
He bit his lip. "O-kay, I'm gonna hang up now. We're leaving, we'll be home in a couple hours."
Mary laughed. "Alright, drive safe."
