DeanCas Coda to 13x07
“Something ain’t right.”
It’s something Dean’s been thinking throughout the drive home, past unloading the Impala and cracking open a beer. It had been something in Cas’s voice—his tone, or his speech pattern—but when Sam asks him to describe why, specifically, Dean thinks something’s up, he doesn’t have a real answer. Yeah, Cas is an angel. Yeah, he can take care of himself. No, a hunch isn’t enough of an excuse to blow up his phone demanding to see him.
But Cas was dead a week ago, and Dean is allowed to be a little paranoid. (So Sam says.)
Thing is: it’s not paranoia if it’s fucking true.
Wrongness follows Dean into the shower and through brushing his teeth. It sits right on top of his heart, pressing down until he’s short of breath and his fingertips tingle and his skin crawls. No matter how hot he turns the water, and how hard he scrubs, something feels off.
Dean sits in bed for a good half hour, staring at his phone, before deciding to call. It rings and rings and rings, and he takes a deep breath and prepares himself for whatever’s gonna answer. He thinks of what to say to keep Cas safe. Of what to say if it’s Cas himself who’s compromised.
But nobody answers the phone.