'Hello Dean' Chap 2 The prayers started as nothing more than buzzing in the back of Castiel’s mind, a nagging feeling akin to the thought that you’ve left the stove on after you’ve left the house. The angel had more pressing things to worry about….like the group his brother had tailing him. Surrounded by four of Raphael’s pawns the prayer began to grow louder in Castiel’s mind. Dean always finds the most inconvenient times to find himself in need of my help he thought as he allowed his angel blade to slide into the palm of his hand. The cold steel felt oddly at home there, sort of comforting in a way that worried him.'Hello Dean' Chap 2 by ~samuelsenm
The prayers were coming in inconsistent bursts. Loud at first then trailing into quiet mumbles. None of them were clear, mostly just garbled sounds. But he didn’t have time to play telephone with his charge. The four were closing in, and although Castiel didn’t want to fight the (his time
'Hello Dean' A random hole in the wall bar on the outskirts of an even more random city. At this point Dean wasn’t even sure what state they were in. “Another.” The empty glass rang as the hunter slammed it against the wooden bar.'Hello Dean' by ~samuelsenm
A shot replaced the finished one the moment he spoke for it. “Scotch, straight up.” The bartender, a beautiful blonde, smiled. “So what’s her name?” Dean cast her a confused look. “A man only drinks this much when he’s trying to forget. So either you killed someone, or it’s girl trouble.”
“Try both.” He grunted, downing the drink that sat before him. “Sort of.” Motioning for another he stacked the glass atop the others that sat beside him. It was quiet the collection and under lighter circumstances he’d be proud. Not tonight. Tonight the bartender was right; he was trying to forget.