It should've been considered a nice change of pace, but Castiel knew better. Upon reading the text with that plaintive 'please' tacked on the end, he knew something was wrong. Very wrong.
His second strange text in less than a week. This was becoming a trend.
Sighing to himself, Castiel slid his cellphone in his trenchcoat pocket, and glanced to the window. Dean wasn't far, he could sense it. He closed his eyes, and with a moment and a slight shift later, he was sitting in the Impala.
Castiel jerked when he was greeted with music blasting him in the face, and opened his eyes, frowning. This was a bit much. Even for Dean. He reached out to turn off the stereo, and looked to his left. 0ne good solid look was all it took. "... You don't look well." Cue the Much Deeper Frown.
Yes, that was Dean's standard response to Cas appearing out of nowhere. He also may have jumped twice as high as he normally does, but ... details. He shifted into more of a sitting position and adjusted his coat, before leaning back against the seat with a sigh.
"Ghost sickness." He paused, before looking at Cas with a look that could only be described as pathetic and pleading. And Dean Winchester didn't do pathetic and pleading. "Can you fix it?"
The pathetic and pleading look just made the situation that much more unsettling. Castiel did his best to shake it off, and studied Dean closer, trying to see his way to what was inside.
Within a few seconds, he was frowning again. And not just out of concern. "I can't remove this." He said finally, shaking his head. "It's similiar to ghost sickness, but it's not the same thing. Someone else did this."
"Oh. Oh, well that's just peachy." To say Dean was not pleased would be an understatement. He didn't want to spend the next three days scared out of his mind, culminating in a giant heart attack that would kill him.
Or maybe not.
"So ... because it's from something different, does that mean it's not going to kill me?"
If this was a situation where he was supposed to lie, Castiel missed it entirely. "No." He answered bluntly, still considering the sickness he could see inside Dean.
As if Gabriel's problem hadn't been bad enough. "You will have to be watched." Until they could figure out how to fix this, anyway. "Have you told your family yet?"
"No," Dean said simply. "Sam's from before I had it, Dad doesn't know jack about hunting and ... I was getting to Mom when I thought there was still a ghost to hunt. But I wanted to ... try and calm down first."
He ran a hand over his face as he leaned forward onto the steering wheel. "Hadn't quite gotten there yet."
"You're not going to." Castiel was apparently flaunting his talent for stating the obvious today. At least it wasn't intentional. "They need to know, Dean. If only so they'll be more... Careful. Around you."
His second strange text in less than a week. This was becoming a trend.
Sighing to himself, Castiel slid his cellphone in his trenchcoat pocket, and glanced to the window. Dean wasn't far, he could sense it. He closed his eyes, and with a moment and a slight shift later, he was sitting in the Impala.
Castiel jerked when he was greeted with music blasting him in the face, and opened his eyes, frowning. This was a bit much. Even for Dean. He reached out to turn off the stereo, and looked to his left. 0ne good solid look was all it took. "... You don't look well." Cue the Much Deeper Frown.
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Yes, that was Dean's standard response to Cas appearing out of nowhere. He also may have jumped twice as high as he normally does, but ... details. He shifted into more of a sitting position and adjusted his coat, before leaning back against the seat with a sigh.
"Ghost sickness." He paused, before looking at Cas with a look that could only be described as pathetic and pleading. And Dean Winchester didn't do pathetic and pleading. "Can you fix it?"
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Within a few seconds, he was frowning again. And not just out of concern. "I can't remove this." He said finally, shaking his head. "It's similiar to ghost sickness, but it's not the same thing. Someone else did this."
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Or maybe not.
"So ... because it's from something different, does that mean it's not going to kill me?"
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As if Gabriel's problem hadn't been bad enough. "You will have to be watched." Until they could figure out how to fix this, anyway. "Have you told your family yet?"
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He ran a hand over his face as he leaned forward onto the steering wheel. "Hadn't quite gotten there yet."
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Later, rather than sooner, but he would. It felt weird telling Cas he would do something and not do it.
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