“Cas, you got your ears on?” Dean squeezed his eyes shut, whispering to himself as he paced the treeline. “Cas, come on… I need you, man.”
“Who are you talking to?”
Opening his eyes, Dean sighed, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled at Mary. At his mom. “Just wait, mom. You’ll see.”
Dean spun on his heels, finding himself nose-to-nose with Cas. He didn’t have time for words before he was in Cas’s arms, nearly crushed by the strength of the angel’s embrace. “Hey, Cas,” he whispered, letting himself lean into it. He let himself bury his face against Cas’s neck.
“You’re alive.” Cas was near tears as he clung to Dean, his fingers gripping the hunter’s shirt.
“I’m alive.” Sighing, Dean forced himself to pull back ever-so-slightly to look at Cas, let himself get lost in that breathtaking blue for a moment, as he had so many times over the years. “How did you find me? I don’t even know where the hell I am.”
Cas smiled, sliding to Dean’s shoulder. “Well, we do share a more profound bond.”
Turning, Dean took a step back from Cas, smiling proudly. “Mom… this is Castiel. Cas…. He’s… He’s my…” He paused, looking at Cas, his hand still gripping the angel’s arm. “Angel,” he finished. “Cas, this is my mom, M–”
“Mary.” Cas stepped out of Dean’s grip, making his way toward Mary. Smiling, he reached out for her hand, squeezing it gently. “It’s good to see you again, Mary.”
“Again?” Dean’s brow drew together in confusion. “What do you mean again?”
Mary looked to her son and sighed, a gentle, sweet smile tugging at her lips. When she smiled, Cas could always see where Dean’s beautifully charming smile came from. “Castiel came to visit me sometimes. He let me know my boys were okay. That they had a guardian angel watching over them.” She squeezed Cas’s hand, and touched Dean’s cheek with the other. “That my boys were loved. By so many, and so much, but by no one more than him.”
Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero? What about us, huh? What, Mom’s not supposed to live her life, Sammy’s not supposed to get married? Why do we have to sacrifice everything?
“Hey.” “Hey! You remember a chain called Plucky Pennywhistle’s?” “…No.” “Really? I could’ve sworn you loved those places.” “No dude, I hated them. You would dump me and go trolling for chicks.” “It’s not like I left you in jail. I mean, those places are suppose to be fun.” “Fun? Uh, they’re lame, and they smell like puke, and the ice cream is all grainy.” “Alright, don’t have one of your episodes okay? I’m just saying, I hit a dead end with this whole wishes-gone-wild thing, but both kids were at Plucky’s day of. Look, why don’t you go check out the local Plucky’s and ask about this Billy kid–” “Look man, w-why don’t I just uh…why don’t I just wait for you to get back?” “No can do Hermano, I’m on my way to talk to little Billy.” “Why–why–why don’t I talk to little Billy…right now.” “…[laughs] Wait, wait, wait this isn’t about your uh, clown thing is it?” “What?!…NO.” “Sammy…” “No.” “What in the world did they do to you? Alright you know what, never mind. Just know that 99.99% of all clowns, can’t hurt you. Okay? And if it bleeds, you can kill it.” *Sam hangs up the phone* “If it bleeds you can kill it…if it bleeds you can kill it.”
Season 7 Episode 14: Plucky Pennywhistle’s Magic Menangerie
I love these two…because first they go from acting like an old married couple; with Dean telling Sam to calm down and not have one of his freakin episodes, to an older brother trying to explain to the younger brother why the big bad clown can’t hurt him. Anyone who says Dean Winchester is not an awesome big brother needs to re-take a look at this man. Because when he says “Sammy” he’s (yes) saying to joke with his brother, but he’s also saying it because he’s picturing Sam on the other end of the phone with his scared little expression that he use to get when he was younger. So naturally, he reverts back to being the protective older brother that tells him nothing can hurt him. THESE TWO I TELL YA.