After Cass: Part 2
It was a long drive back to Kansas. Sam stayed at the wheel, blasting the air conditioning so as to delay the inevitable decomposition of the fresh corpse in the rearview mirror. Dean never moved to the front. He didn’t sleep either but spent the ride transferring his gaze from the window to the angel. Neither Winchester spoke again until Castiel had been placed on his bed in the bunker, his head on a pillow and hands resting on his stomach.
“Where, uh,” Sam cleared his throat and nervously stroked his scruffy chin. “Where do you want to- “
“Okay, Dean. We can wait. But if it’s okay I’ll start digging.”
“You should get some sleep.”
“So should you.”
“I’m fine, Sam.” Dean’s voice was surprisingly steady now. He almost sounded like himself. His brother knew him well enough to understand that this could only mean one thing; he was planning something. For a long moment, he stared at Dean in silence, trying to imagine what futile course of action he could be considering.