Coda - 12x08 LOTUS
Twenty-three days pass before Dean caves.
He’s tried so hard not the break, to say nothing outside of the regular updates in his prayers. That he’s fine, that Sam is fine, that they’re working on a way out and that hopefully Cas is working on the same. That he’s being treated well.
I mean, it’s not exactly the Hilton, but they get fed and there’s a bed and sometimes when he was growing up, that wasn’t always a thing, so he can’t complain.
But the one-sided conversations quickly wear him down and one night, Dean just breaks.
“Cas, I, uh, hope you got your ears on,” Dean’s voice breaks as he presses his cheek to the cool concrete of the cell wall. “This whole prison thing… its wearing me down, man. I hate being away from you.”
He closes his eyes to try and hold back the bitter tears that are threatening. He won’t cry. He won’t.
“I miss you, Cas. I miss being able to hold you at night. I miss making you coffee in the mornings and watching you frown at the paper.” Dean pauses to huff out a laugh at the memory. “And I know that you’d be all making with the rescue if you could, but I hope you’ve got something in the works right now, because I gotta tell you… I got nothing.”
Pulling the blanket over himself, Dean lays down and curls up into a ball, trying to block out the rest of the world.
At the bunker, Castiel’s fist loosens its tight grip on Dean’s pillow and he silently promises that they’ll be reunited soon.