Chapter 3
"I hate you."
Dean sighed. He was doing a lot of that lately.
"Why do you hate me, Cas?"
"I just do, okay?"
Another sigh.
"Okay."
Castiel had acquired a taste for heavy metal with choir solos in it.
Sam wanted to hunt down the bands and kill them.
Cas turned his music up.
"No! No, no no no no and hell no!"
Cas continued to look at him defiantly.
"I draw the line at skinny jeans! You look like a chick."
"Nobody understands meee!"
"Here, this is a journal. Put all your delicate feelings in there so I don't have to hear about them!"
"You're the one who is always telling me to express emotions. You suck! And this journal says 'Diary' on the front! I'm not using it.
Sigh.
"You need to wake up now."
Still no response.
"I get that you're tired and you need more sleep to help adjust to the changes you're going through, but you really need to wake up now."
Nothing.
"Cas? Please please please please open your eyes."
Still nothing. Shaking him didn't work, pouring ice water on him hadn't worked, shouting hadn't worked. Dean was reduced to pleading, even if that too was useless. Cas had just complained of being tired, gone to sleep, and still hadn't come out of it.
"We need some help."
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