It was night and visiting hours were long over, but that didnât stop Dean from checking on his best friend.
Cas was sitting on the cold floor, his head buried in his knees, trying to make himself as small as possible.
Dean, always armed with a lighter, made some light, because it was pitchdark.
âHello, in thereâ he dicho a little nervous.
âGo awayâ Cas dicho hoarse.
âSure, Iâll wait for tu outsideâ Dean dicho confident.
âThen tu can wait for a very long timeâ Cas said. âBecause Iâm not comingâ
âWhy not?â Dean asked a bit frustrated. âThis isnât about Meg, is it?â...
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