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Castiel’s eyes suddenly opened and he sat up groggily in bed. Someone had called his name, he was sure of it. But when he looked around the hotel room he shared with Dean and Sam, all was quiet save for the sound of Sam’s gentle snoring. Then… “Caaaas…” The angel’s eyes darted to Dean’s bed just in time to see his mouth close. “Dean?” Castiel whispered. But he got no reply. He teleported onto Dean’s bed and studied his friend’s sleeping form, his eyes sliding over his bare chest before resting on his slightly tilted chin. “Yes Dean?” he tried again, a l

"Fuck this..." Dean thought, walking into the bakery through the glass door. A little bell chimed as it opened, making him even more irritated. "Hello. Welcome to Anna's Bakery," A man greeted him as he walked in. His voice was low and raspy, which scared the hell out of Dean. "Uh, yea. Just... Can I get some pie?" Dean asked, walking over to the register. The man was silent, and stood there for a while, just... staring. Dean's stomach churned, staring back at the short man for a period of time that felt like forever. Dean raised his brow, and gestured the guy to hurry the fuck up. "I would get it for you if you told me what you wanted exa

It was a common occurrence for Dean Winchester. His brain would go directly from Survive, survive, kill it and survive to the mental checklist of all those he cared for.   Cas was lying somewhere upstairs in excruciating pain for something that little Whore did to him in Enochian. He kinda wished he could gank her again, slower this time.   Leaving Sam with Gideon, Dean raced through the church, finding his angel on the ground, his features screwed up in pain. "Cas! Cas, man, what'd she do to you?"   All he got were a few grunts and something dangerously close to a broken whimper in response, and that set Dean ablaze with anger like