it's the same as begging

One thing after another. One freakin' thing after another, the world like a bus on fire always careening towards the proverbial cliff. There ain't a fiber of his soul not wrenched that they didn't slam the doors closed on hell, but it was the easiest choice he ever made. All the other shit? They're dealing with it.

Like Cas.

No wings, no grace, a whole hell of a lot of nothing.

Maybe it's been awhile since Cas has been alright, one mess after another and after the damn scare with the angel blade, Dean's pretty relieved. As much as he damn well knows better, his shoulders relax when the bunker door closes behind them. Cas was still bloody and sweaty, something that'd never been a problem before. Hurting. She sure did a number on him. They point him to the showers and Dean leaves the takeout bags in favor of raiding the infirmary for bandages. Cold takeout is part of the lifestyle.

He's waiting in the library when Cas makes it back from the shower, Dean putting his soda down, already getting up. "Burritos and pain pills, buddy," he says around a mouthful, nodding towards the table.

Call it what you like, it's time you got to win

( You find you're not the only stranger in this town )