The night after revisiting the boy’s home is unexpectedly awful for Dean. He’s exhausted, and the sky is dark by the time he and Sam pull up to the bunker and clambor out to stretch their aching legs. They don’t take time to cook anything, though Sam makes him a microwaved burrito, which Dean wordlessly accepts before trudging back to his room, throwing on pajamas, and collapsing facefirst onto his bed.
He wakes up later with fog in his mouth, his entire left arm tingling where he’d shoved it under his pillow. By the time he’s shaken feeling back into his hand, he’s too unsettled to go back to sleep, so after listening for and not hearing any signs that his brother or Kevin might still be awake, he braves the possibility of being caught and walks out into the halls in his bathrobe, finally ending up in the kitchen.
Hot chocolate can be simple to make, but Dean’s gotten really into trying new things with it lately. This time, he’s popping a few cinnamon hearts into the steaming fluid as he lifts his phone to his ear, Cas’ number pre-dialed. It’s 3:30 AM in the morning, and Cas always mutes his phone at night, so Dean’s planning to leave a brief hello message and disappear, hoping it reaches Cas in the morning.
Instead, Cas answers the phone.
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