RP for iamwinchester and prettyboyangel

[lost_myshoe]

It had been a long day. If Sam believed the clock on the wall, and he guess he had to, it had only been a few hours ago that he and his brother had been questioning locals about the strange goings on at the warehouse on the edge of town. It was hard to believe, in that short time, they had come so close to a second run in with Zachariah and his

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[iamwinchester]

Dean could still feel the guilt clawing at his insides. He felt stupid too. Real fucking stupid for almost handing Cas, his friend, over to the angels who were setting up their own little garrison in the warehouse he and Sam had been intending to check out. Turned out they figured out too late just what they were headed toward, and it was only because he'd already told Cas to meet them there that he sped up and didn't turn back. Usually he'd avoid contact with angels as much as he possibly could - they only wanted him for one thing, and unfortunately it wasn't the fun kind of one thing

[prettyboyangel]

"You should go with your brother," Castiel finally spoke, though his eyes were focussed on the far wall rather than either of the Winchester brothers. He was not ready to move on just yet, after all, needed some time to sort out his own mind after having come so close to losing his fight for freedom.

"I can remain here, if you wish."

[iamwinchester]

Dean fought the urge to roll his eyes, whatever he was trying to achieve here being undone by the angel's words. He cleared his throat again and shook his head once at Sam, figured since he wasn't answering questions his brother understood there was a reason he wanted to stay behind.

"No. Really. Sam knows what happens if he ruins my car when I'm not there." It was a really bad attempt at diverting the conversation elsewhere. "Call me when you get there."

[lost_myshoe]

"Uh..." Sam stood stupidly in the doorway for a moment, before nodding. "Yeah, okay." He forced himself not to check Dean was sure, or ask if anything was up. He knew his brother well enough to know that yes, something was up, and also that he had no intention of sharing right now. He'd ask later, maybe, or not at all. These days things tended to go unsaid a hell of a lot of the time.

"Be careful, yeah?" He offered instead, in way of a farewell, before slinging his bag over his shoulder and leaving the room without looking back.