The Bunker was quiet. Granted, the Bunker was usually quiet, but this quiet felt stunned and numbly expectant of something it knew wasn't coming.
Cas searched the Bunker with the same quiet numbness. He didn't call out for Sam; any sound seemed inappropriate, so he searched silently. He found Sam sitting on the floor outside of Dean's bedroom. His knees were pulled up and in his arms he held Dean's green jacket. His eyes were red and his expression was fierce and Cas hesitated what to do next.
There were many things Cas knew he could say to Sam, 'We'll get Dean back, there's nothing we won't try, Dean is still in there and he won't give up', but he felt that wasn't what Sam needed - or wanted - now.
So Cas lowered himself to the floor next to Sam, and they sat there together, silent, angry, and grieving.
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A/N: If I may ask a favor - please keep my family in your thoughts and prayers this weekend; Sunday would've been my nephew Dennis's 18th birthday. (I find myself in a rather foul place emotionally and I can only imagine my sister is in an even worse place.) Thank you - for everything. CB