fic: Emergency (4/-)
Title: Emergency
Rating: R (Language + End of the Worldy-type stuff)
Pairing(s): Matt/Dom
Word Count: 2,445 (this chapter)
Warnings: Spoilers for all five seasons of Supernatural; graphic death/character death later in the story.
Summary: "Declare this an emergency, come on and spread a sense of urgency.... Its time we saw a miracle, come on its time for something Biblical... This is the end of the world."
While trying to find the whereabouts of Pestilence, Sam and Dean Winchester stumble upon and article in a British newspaper. All signs point to the Croatoan virus. When Cas informs them that the outbreak appears to be an attack on a newly unprotected prophet (after Gabriel's death) Sam and Dean realize that they had no choice but to travel to the small seaside town of Teignmouth, Devon to make sure this prophet makes it out alive.
A/N (if any): This was originally supposed to be a simple crack story, but it has taken on a life of its own. For that I would like to thank thevinegarworks , hopeandmemory , theballoons , and cawmrseagull for listening to me while I talked about this and worked things out in my mind.
Previous Chapters: 01 :: 02 :: 03
The rain began to let up. Matthew didn’t notice. He was completely numb. Chris was quietly guiding Sam and Dean through the abandoned streets of Teignmouth, but Matthew’s mind, his heart was back in that pub. The rain pushed his hair into his face and his clothes were clinging to his pale, cold skin. Dom’s voice was still echoing inside Matt’s head. He could feel Tom’s arm over his shoulders, but it was a distant feeling like a memory.
A cool wind blew through the streets. The empty street alone was enough to give a child nightmares. The only light came from the moon as it poked through the clouds. He had stopped crying nearly an hour ago. It was as if the man walking down the street was nothing more than a hollow shell. The only emotions he could bring himself to feel were grief and guilt.
There were so many things that should have been said between them so long ago. It never mattered until now. There was always another day to put it off. I’ll see him tomorrow, Matt always told himself. Now Dom was gone. There was no tomorrow. Matt finally lifted his head and turned his gaze towards Tom. They had been friends for so long, the four of them. Matt was having trouble remembering that Dom was their friend too. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered to Tom.
“Don’t be.” Tom gave Matt a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. Matt was like a brother to him and though he was a few months younger than Matt and Matthew had an older brother of his own, Tom still felt this sense of being a protective older brother. There was nothing he could do to protect Matt from this though. Tom had no idea what to say to Matt. No one ever said anything. But they both, Chris and Tom, knew. It was something that never needed saying. So now, what was Tom supposed to say that would make things all right? Somehow, ‘It’ll be okay,’ seemed inadequate. Instead he just let silence fall between them.
Through the cloudiness of his mind Matt could hear Sam and Dean arguing. “The kid had a point, Sam,” Dean snapped at his brother. The use of the past tense in reference to Dom continued to chip away at Matt’s heart. “Besides, if Chris’ family is there…”
“How the fuck are we supposed to get them to Italy, Dean? We can’t even manage to get them out of here. They’re not hunters, Dean. They’re not fighters. They’re armed with a camera and anger. How is that going to help us? We can’t fight our way out-”
“We won’t have to fight our way out,” Castiel answered suddenly.
“Damn it, Cas!” Dean threw his arms up in the air. Castiel’s sudden appearance caused Tom and Chris to stop in their tracks. Matt’s pace slowed as well, but he seemed unphased. Matt’s eyes met Castiel’s for a moment before Cas looked away. “Where the hell have you been,” Dean snapped. “You better have a good reason… We lost someone back there! YOU COULD HAVE HELPED!”
“I’m sorry,” Cas answered. His voice completely lacked emotion. Again, Chris was struck with the feeling that he was different in a not-quite-human kind of way. Either that, or he was a sociopath. Chris was unsure which answer was more comforting. “We don’t have time to argue,” Castiel told them. “They’ll be coming for him again. We’re outnumbered. We need to get him out of this city.”
“Wait… wait just one minute.” Chris raised his hands to silence them. “How did… where did you come from?”
“I’m an angel of the Lord,” Castiel said nonchalantly.
Chris tried to stifle a laugh. Part of him refused to believe it was true. Another part of him saw what was happening around him and thought, Why not? Can’t get any stranger.
“You could have saved him!” Everyone turned their head towards Matt. Tom was standing behind him, holding his arms behind his back in an attempt to keep Matt from lashing out at Castiel. “You say you’re an angel. You have these powers! YOU COULD HAVE SAVED HIM! BUT YOU LET HIM DIE!”
“Matt, just calm down,” Chris said quietly. He took a few steps forward so he was standing between Matt and Castiel, facing Matt. “Just calm down.”
“Calm down,” Matt shouted. “Calm down!”
Sam stepped forward but Dean put his hand on his chest. He looked down at his older brother and Dean shook his head. “Let them have this.”
“Dom is dead! Don’t you get that, Chris?! This isn’t a game or a story or a bloody song! We’re not going to just wake up in the morning and see him sitting at the table!”
“I know! You think I don’t understand that, Matt? We’ve all lost family in some way,” he shouted. “I know how that feels! Dom’s like my brother. Trust me. I understand.” Chris took a deep breath and took a step toward Matt. Tom finally released Matt’s arms and Chris put his hands on Matt’s shoulders. “It hurts, I know that. But you need to stay calm. And we need to get out of here.” Chris turned back towards Sam, Dean, and Castiel. His attention was focused on the man who claimed to be an angel. “Why should we believe you?”
“You don’t have much of a choice,” Castiel told him simply. “Your wife’s expecting you.”
For a moment everything around Chris stopped. Time altogether stood still and he felt his heart skip. “What are you talkin’ about?”
“Where do you think I was,” Castiel asked. “You said they were in Italy. I went to find out. Make sure that taking you there was a good idea, that it was safe.”
Chris stared in awe at the trench-coated man. “They… they’re alive? They’re safe? All of them?” Castiel nodded.
“We can’t just leave,” Matt said quickly. “We need to go back and find Dom’s body, bury it or something. He deserves that much.”
“I can’t,” Tom said simply. He was still haunted by the image of their tour manager, Dom Anderson, and what he’d done to that girl the day the virus broke out. “I can’t see him like that. I can’t, Matt. I won’t.”
Chris shook his head. “We can’t. I know you want to say goodbye, Matt, but…” Chris’ eyes raised to Castiel once more.
“All right,” Dean finally spoke up. “Whatever happens we need to make a decision now. We can’t just stand here all night.” Dean looked around to all of them, but found himself unable to maintain Matt’s gaze. Part of Dean expected more emotion, especially with the outburst only a few minutes earlier. What he saw though was a ghost. The pale face of a broken man. Dean knew that face. Dean wore that face himself at one point.
Sam was right. They weren’t hunters and every time an innocent life was lost because of the Winchesters, Dean was reminded that this was stretching beyond the world of hunters. These guys were only musicians. They wanted a relatively simple life in comparison to Sam and Dean’s. Sure they were musicians with very active imaginations, Matt especially, but that hardly qualified them to understand what they were doing in a world like this.
“Are you sure you can do this, Cas?” Sam asked.
Castiel turned his gaze to Sam, then to Dean. He quickly looked away from Dean though. Dean Winchester always seemed to know when Cas was lying. He knew he might be able to do it. Unfortunately since he had rebelled, what was once a simple task for him became very draining. He was sure that if he was successful in getting all of them to Italy, he would have very little strength left, if any. “Yes,” Castiel answered at length.
“All right,” Dean said with a nod. Cas was lying and he knew it. Dean also knew that there was no way he would be able to convince Cas not to do this. Castiel was headstrong. There were moments when Dean was able to convince him a certain move was right, but he knew this was not one of them. The angel seemed to have some sort of connection with these people, particularly Chris. Dean understood that though. Castiel’s vessel, Jimmy Novak had a wife and a daughter. Chris has a family. Dean knew what it was like. He would have, he had died for his brother. “You can’t take everyone all at once. So umm… Get Chris there first.” Dean glanced over at Chris. For the first time since they met Dean saw a smile on Chris face. “He needs to see his family.”
Castiel nodded. He moved forward and put his hand on Chris’ shoulder and within seconds he and Chris disappeared. Dean looked back at Sam and sighed. “He’s not strong enough,” he said quietly to his brother.
Castiel appeared in the middle of large room. There was a television on the wall across from Chris and a couch in the middle. He could see the silhouettes of at least two people laying on the couch. “Chris?”
He turned slightly to the right. It was dark, but he recognized her instantly. “Oh thank god,” he whispered. Chris crossed the room in seconds and pulled his wife into his arms. His right hand slipped around her waist and he pressed his palm flat against her back. The fingers of his left hand laced into her hair and he kissed the top of her head. “I was so worried about you.” He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her hair.
He leaned back and cupped her face in his hands, tilting her head up towards his. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered before kissing her lips lightly. “Are the kids all right?”
“Yes,” she said softly. Their voices were nothing but whispers as his kids were sleeping on the couch. “Worried about their father, but they’re all right.”
“Mum? What’s goin’…. Dad?” Chris looked over towards the couch to see one of the silhouettes sitting up.
“Go back to sleep Alfie,” Chris told his oldest son. “I’m right here, I’m safe. Go back to sleep.” He smiled as he watched his son lay back down on the couch.
“What about the boys,” Kelly asked quietly. “Are they all right?”
Castiel returned a few moments later alone. “Sam and Tom next,” Dean told him. The two were already standing next to each other. Sam’s six foot four frame towered over Tom. Hell, he towered over everyone. Cas put his hands on their shoulders and just as he had before he disappeared.
“Matt,” Dean said quickly. He had waited until the others had left for this moment. “That wasn’t supposed to happen. With your friend.”
“Dom.”
“Yeah,” Dean said solemnly. “I’m sorry.” Matt simply nodded, but refused to look at Dean. Both men stood in silence. As they waited for Castiel to pop back, the rain returned. This time heavier than before. Neither seemed to notice, or care.
Again, Castiel returned after a few minutes. “This is going to be a little uncomfortable,” Castiel warned Matt as he placed his hand on Matt’s shoulder.
Within a split second, almost as if he had blinked, Matt found himself in a dark, but familiar room. The living room of his house in Lake Como. In the darkness he could make out Chris and Kelly standing a few feet to his right. As he turned he saw Sam and Tom standing behind him, Dean stood next to him and Castiel was in front of him.
His eyes scanned the room and he saw what he could only assume was Morgan sleeping in a chair and the tangled sleeping bodies of Chris’ children on the couch. As he continued to survey the room his eyes froze on a table just behind Dean. His heart jumped into this throat. The object on the table caught his attention, small little reflections off the tiny bit of light in the room. It can’t be. Matt pushed Dean to the side and approached the table.
The custom-made red glitter Manson guitar, the Glitterati, was laying on the table. A couple strings were broken but aside from that it seemed undamaged. His mind raced as he ran his fingertips lightly over the kaoss pad. He was lost in his thoughts, but when he felt a hand on his shoulder he didn’t even flinch. He knew. He would have spun on his heels but he let the hand on his shoulder gently turn him around. Matt’s hand remained on the guitar and as he turned around his arm stretched behind him.
His eyes were closed. For a moment he was afraid to open them, terrified that this would be some horrible nightmare. He feared what he might see if he opened them. But he knew, he just knew. The moment he saw the specks of reflective glitter that covered the red guitar, Matt knew. He was alive. So Matthew slowly opened his eyes and even in the darkness of the room he could clearly see Dominic’s blue-gray eyes staring back at him. They say you never know what you have until you lose it. Its so cliché to realize and act on feeling that you’ve had for someone after you almost lose them forever. The cliché didn’t matter to Matt at that moment. Nearly twenty years Matthew Bellamy knew Dominic Howard.
Matt finally pulled his hand away from the guitar behind him and he placed both hands on each side of Dom’s face. Then he pulled the slightly taller man towards him and he let his lips touch Dom’s just slightly. A small part of him inside was afraid that maybe it was some kind of illusion and the moment their lips touched Dom would disappear. After a moment though when he realized that Dom was still there, and had moved slightly closer, Matthew realized that it was no dream, no illusion and he let Dom kiss him.
Chris smirked, holding his wife’s hand. She glanced up at her husband and smiled. “About damn time,” she muttered. Tom simply stared on in pride, his camera still in his hand… and filming.
That left Sam, Dean and Cas watching on. Sam seemed completely unphased. He was a fan of the band, but he had never really gotten that into Muse, but somehow this display seemed rather unsurprising to him. Cas tilted his head slightly to the left in curiosity. Dean simply stared, wide-eyed. “Well… That. Happened.”
Rating: R (Language + End of the Worldy-type stuff)
Pairing(s): Matt/Dom
Word Count: 2,445 (this chapter)
Warnings: Spoilers for all five seasons of Supernatural; graphic death/character death later in the story.
Summary: "Declare this an emergency, come on and spread a sense of urgency.... Its time we saw a miracle, come on its time for something Biblical... This is the end of the world."
While trying to find the whereabouts of Pestilence, Sam and Dean Winchester stumble upon and article in a British newspaper. All signs point to the Croatoan virus. When Cas informs them that the outbreak appears to be an attack on a newly unprotected prophet (after Gabriel's death) Sam and Dean realize that they had no choice but to travel to the small seaside town of Teignmouth, Devon to make sure this prophet makes it out alive.
A/N (if any): This was originally supposed to be a simple crack story, but it has taken on a life of its own. For that I would like to thank thevinegarworks , hopeandmemory , theballoons , and cawmrseagull for listening to me while I talked about this and worked things out in my mind.
Previous Chapters: 01 :: 02 :: 03
The rain began to let up. Matthew didn’t notice. He was completely numb. Chris was quietly guiding Sam and Dean through the abandoned streets of Teignmouth, but Matthew’s mind, his heart was back in that pub. The rain pushed his hair into his face and his clothes were clinging to his pale, cold skin. Dom’s voice was still echoing inside Matt’s head. He could feel Tom’s arm over his shoulders, but it was a distant feeling like a memory.
A cool wind blew through the streets. The empty street alone was enough to give a child nightmares. The only light came from the moon as it poked through the clouds. He had stopped crying nearly an hour ago. It was as if the man walking down the street was nothing more than a hollow shell. The only emotions he could bring himself to feel were grief and guilt.
There were so many things that should have been said between them so long ago. It never mattered until now. There was always another day to put it off. I’ll see him tomorrow, Matt always told himself. Now Dom was gone. There was no tomorrow. Matt finally lifted his head and turned his gaze towards Tom. They had been friends for so long, the four of them. Matt was having trouble remembering that Dom was their friend too. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered to Tom.
“Don’t be.” Tom gave Matt a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. Matt was like a brother to him and though he was a few months younger than Matt and Matthew had an older brother of his own, Tom still felt this sense of being a protective older brother. There was nothing he could do to protect Matt from this though. Tom had no idea what to say to Matt. No one ever said anything. But they both, Chris and Tom, knew. It was something that never needed saying. So now, what was Tom supposed to say that would make things all right? Somehow, ‘It’ll be okay,’ seemed inadequate. Instead he just let silence fall between them.
Through the cloudiness of his mind Matt could hear Sam and Dean arguing. “The kid had a point, Sam,” Dean snapped at his brother. The use of the past tense in reference to Dom continued to chip away at Matt’s heart. “Besides, if Chris’ family is there…”
“How the fuck are we supposed to get them to Italy, Dean? We can’t even manage to get them out of here. They’re not hunters, Dean. They’re not fighters. They’re armed with a camera and anger. How is that going to help us? We can’t fight our way out-”
“We won’t have to fight our way out,” Castiel answered suddenly.
“Damn it, Cas!” Dean threw his arms up in the air. Castiel’s sudden appearance caused Tom and Chris to stop in their tracks. Matt’s pace slowed as well, but he seemed unphased. Matt’s eyes met Castiel’s for a moment before Cas looked away. “Where the hell have you been,” Dean snapped. “You better have a good reason… We lost someone back there! YOU COULD HAVE HELPED!”
“I’m sorry,” Cas answered. His voice completely lacked emotion. Again, Chris was struck with the feeling that he was different in a not-quite-human kind of way. Either that, or he was a sociopath. Chris was unsure which answer was more comforting. “We don’t have time to argue,” Castiel told them. “They’ll be coming for him again. We’re outnumbered. We need to get him out of this city.”
“Wait… wait just one minute.” Chris raised his hands to silence them. “How did… where did you come from?”
“I’m an angel of the Lord,” Castiel said nonchalantly.
Chris tried to stifle a laugh. Part of him refused to believe it was true. Another part of him saw what was happening around him and thought, Why not? Can’t get any stranger.
“You could have saved him!” Everyone turned their head towards Matt. Tom was standing behind him, holding his arms behind his back in an attempt to keep Matt from lashing out at Castiel. “You say you’re an angel. You have these powers! YOU COULD HAVE SAVED HIM! BUT YOU LET HIM DIE!”
“Matt, just calm down,” Chris said quietly. He took a few steps forward so he was standing between Matt and Castiel, facing Matt. “Just calm down.”
“Calm down,” Matt shouted. “Calm down!”
Sam stepped forward but Dean put his hand on his chest. He looked down at his older brother and Dean shook his head. “Let them have this.”
“Dom is dead! Don’t you get that, Chris?! This isn’t a game or a story or a bloody song! We’re not going to just wake up in the morning and see him sitting at the table!”
“I know! You think I don’t understand that, Matt? We’ve all lost family in some way,” he shouted. “I know how that feels! Dom’s like my brother. Trust me. I understand.” Chris took a deep breath and took a step toward Matt. Tom finally released Matt’s arms and Chris put his hands on Matt’s shoulders. “It hurts, I know that. But you need to stay calm. And we need to get out of here.” Chris turned back towards Sam, Dean, and Castiel. His attention was focused on the man who claimed to be an angel. “Why should we believe you?”
“You don’t have much of a choice,” Castiel told him simply. “Your wife’s expecting you.”
For a moment everything around Chris stopped. Time altogether stood still and he felt his heart skip. “What are you talkin’ about?”
“Where do you think I was,” Castiel asked. “You said they were in Italy. I went to find out. Make sure that taking you there was a good idea, that it was safe.”
Chris stared in awe at the trench-coated man. “They… they’re alive? They’re safe? All of them?” Castiel nodded.
“We can’t just leave,” Matt said quickly. “We need to go back and find Dom’s body, bury it or something. He deserves that much.”
“I can’t,” Tom said simply. He was still haunted by the image of their tour manager, Dom Anderson, and what he’d done to that girl the day the virus broke out. “I can’t see him like that. I can’t, Matt. I won’t.”
Chris shook his head. “We can’t. I know you want to say goodbye, Matt, but…” Chris’ eyes raised to Castiel once more.
“All right,” Dean finally spoke up. “Whatever happens we need to make a decision now. We can’t just stand here all night.” Dean looked around to all of them, but found himself unable to maintain Matt’s gaze. Part of Dean expected more emotion, especially with the outburst only a few minutes earlier. What he saw though was a ghost. The pale face of a broken man. Dean knew that face. Dean wore that face himself at one point.
Sam was right. They weren’t hunters and every time an innocent life was lost because of the Winchesters, Dean was reminded that this was stretching beyond the world of hunters. These guys were only musicians. They wanted a relatively simple life in comparison to Sam and Dean’s. Sure they were musicians with very active imaginations, Matt especially, but that hardly qualified them to understand what they were doing in a world like this.
“Are you sure you can do this, Cas?” Sam asked.
Castiel turned his gaze to Sam, then to Dean. He quickly looked away from Dean though. Dean Winchester always seemed to know when Cas was lying. He knew he might be able to do it. Unfortunately since he had rebelled, what was once a simple task for him became very draining. He was sure that if he was successful in getting all of them to Italy, he would have very little strength left, if any. “Yes,” Castiel answered at length.
“All right,” Dean said with a nod. Cas was lying and he knew it. Dean also knew that there was no way he would be able to convince Cas not to do this. Castiel was headstrong. There were moments when Dean was able to convince him a certain move was right, but he knew this was not one of them. The angel seemed to have some sort of connection with these people, particularly Chris. Dean understood that though. Castiel’s vessel, Jimmy Novak had a wife and a daughter. Chris has a family. Dean knew what it was like. He would have, he had died for his brother. “You can’t take everyone all at once. So umm… Get Chris there first.” Dean glanced over at Chris. For the first time since they met Dean saw a smile on Chris face. “He needs to see his family.”
Castiel nodded. He moved forward and put his hand on Chris’ shoulder and within seconds he and Chris disappeared. Dean looked back at Sam and sighed. “He’s not strong enough,” he said quietly to his brother.
Castiel appeared in the middle of large room. There was a television on the wall across from Chris and a couch in the middle. He could see the silhouettes of at least two people laying on the couch. “Chris?”
He turned slightly to the right. It was dark, but he recognized her instantly. “Oh thank god,” he whispered. Chris crossed the room in seconds and pulled his wife into his arms. His right hand slipped around her waist and he pressed his palm flat against her back. The fingers of his left hand laced into her hair and he kissed the top of her head. “I was so worried about you.” He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her hair.
He leaned back and cupped her face in his hands, tilting her head up towards his. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered before kissing her lips lightly. “Are the kids all right?”
“Yes,” she said softly. Their voices were nothing but whispers as his kids were sleeping on the couch. “Worried about their father, but they’re all right.”
“Mum? What’s goin’…. Dad?” Chris looked over towards the couch to see one of the silhouettes sitting up.
“Go back to sleep Alfie,” Chris told his oldest son. “I’m right here, I’m safe. Go back to sleep.” He smiled as he watched his son lay back down on the couch.
“What about the boys,” Kelly asked quietly. “Are they all right?”
Castiel returned a few moments later alone. “Sam and Tom next,” Dean told him. The two were already standing next to each other. Sam’s six foot four frame towered over Tom. Hell, he towered over everyone. Cas put his hands on their shoulders and just as he had before he disappeared.
“Matt,” Dean said quickly. He had waited until the others had left for this moment. “That wasn’t supposed to happen. With your friend.”
“Dom.”
“Yeah,” Dean said solemnly. “I’m sorry.” Matt simply nodded, but refused to look at Dean. Both men stood in silence. As they waited for Castiel to pop back, the rain returned. This time heavier than before. Neither seemed to notice, or care.
Again, Castiel returned after a few minutes. “This is going to be a little uncomfortable,” Castiel warned Matt as he placed his hand on Matt’s shoulder.
Within a split second, almost as if he had blinked, Matt found himself in a dark, but familiar room. The living room of his house in Lake Como. In the darkness he could make out Chris and Kelly standing a few feet to his right. As he turned he saw Sam and Tom standing behind him, Dean stood next to him and Castiel was in front of him.
His eyes scanned the room and he saw what he could only assume was Morgan sleeping in a chair and the tangled sleeping bodies of Chris’ children on the couch. As he continued to survey the room his eyes froze on a table just behind Dean. His heart jumped into this throat. The object on the table caught his attention, small little reflections off the tiny bit of light in the room. It can’t be. Matt pushed Dean to the side and approached the table.
The custom-made red glitter Manson guitar, the Glitterati, was laying on the table. A couple strings were broken but aside from that it seemed undamaged. His mind raced as he ran his fingertips lightly over the kaoss pad. He was lost in his thoughts, but when he felt a hand on his shoulder he didn’t even flinch. He knew. He would have spun on his heels but he let the hand on his shoulder gently turn him around. Matt’s hand remained on the guitar and as he turned around his arm stretched behind him.
His eyes were closed. For a moment he was afraid to open them, terrified that this would be some horrible nightmare. He feared what he might see if he opened them. But he knew, he just knew. The moment he saw the specks of reflective glitter that covered the red guitar, Matt knew. He was alive. So Matthew slowly opened his eyes and even in the darkness of the room he could clearly see Dominic’s blue-gray eyes staring back at him. They say you never know what you have until you lose it. Its so cliché to realize and act on feeling that you’ve had for someone after you almost lose them forever. The cliché didn’t matter to Matt at that moment. Nearly twenty years Matthew Bellamy knew Dominic Howard.
Matt finally pulled his hand away from the guitar behind him and he placed both hands on each side of Dom’s face. Then he pulled the slightly taller man towards him and he let his lips touch Dom’s just slightly. A small part of him inside was afraid that maybe it was some kind of illusion and the moment their lips touched Dom would disappear. After a moment though when he realized that Dom was still there, and had moved slightly closer, Matthew realized that it was no dream, no illusion and he let Dom kiss him.
Chris smirked, holding his wife’s hand. She glanced up at her husband and smiled. “About damn time,” she muttered. Tom simply stared on in pride, his camera still in his hand… and filming.
That left Sam, Dean and Cas watching on. Sam seemed completely unphased. He was a fan of the band, but he had never really gotten that into Muse, but somehow this display seemed rather unsurprising to him. Cas tilted his head slightly to the left in curiosity. Dean simply stared, wide-eyed. “Well… That. Happened.”