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Dean wakes Castiel up in the middle of the night to do some stargazing.
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24 Jun 2026
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A man emerges from behind a curtain, dressed in a black tank top and holey jeans. Ink decorates both of his arms from shoulder to wrist, and a silver hoop hangs from one earlobe. His face looks remarkably the same, his eyes the same vibrant green, his cheeks and jaw solid; a scar stretches across his right temple, silvered and faded. He pulls on a blue flannel shirt, hiding his skin—then stops, his face lifted and horror in his eyes.
Castiel struggles not to bite his tongue. Struggles to breathe, really, his legs little more than rubber. He can’t move, can’t function. It’s not supposed to hurt like this, he thinks. Somehow, he manages to stand. “Dean,” he says. Barely a breath—barely a whisper, yet it feels like a scream. The first time he’s said his name in days. It feels like a blessing.
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Sleep clings to the edges of Dean’s consciousness as he wakes, slowly. Soft cotton sheets caress his skin, and at least two blankets weigh him down, staving off the chill from the room that not even the most industrial of furnaces can fully warm. No cars pass on the interstate just a few dozen feet from their hotel, no neighbors slam doors, no cars rumble to life in the parking lot. Silence greets his ears, the persistent ringing for once replaced by…
Hymns.
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With an ongoing drought in Texas, Castiel is forced to sell a portion of his herd of longhorns to make ends meet on his ranch. Dean, a cowboy under his employ, agrees to travel with him to Kansas. Only, a few weeks into their trek, something unknown begins to pick off their cattle, and Dean has a sneaking suspicion it may not be the coyote Castiel thinks it is.
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"Great," Dean says without enthusiasm, "can't wait. Listen, Bobby, are you sure you still want us to come? I don’t wanna get in your hair. We can just hole up somewhere a couple'a days and then head over when we aren't sick."
"Don't be dense," Bobby tells him. "I've already made up the spare room. And besides, I'm the one who sent you chasing after that nuckelavee. It's my fault you got bit, least I can do is give you a proper bed to sleep it off."
"Not your fault," Dean protests immediately, just like Bobby knew he would. "But hey, next time you want us to visit, just ask, old man."
The call ends. Bobby huffs. Damn kids. Figures they'd pick up on the real reason Bobby had tipped them off on a hunt so close by.