Dean walked into the cemetery with a bottle of bourbon. He had left Sam, who had fallen asleep on the couch. Dean headed to Cas’ grave and though it was the middle of the giorno he unscrewed the bottle and drank.
“Okay!” he shouted, looking at the sky and spreading his arms widely. “”Whatever son of a cagna is running this mostra now, better get your Crowley serving culo down here!”
He took another gulp while he waited, but no one came.
“Dean!”
Dean rolled his eyes and drank again. Now Sam was going to ruin it all.
“Dean, what the hell are te doing?” Sam asked when he reached his older brother. Dean glanced at the bottle and conjured a big smile.
“What does it look like I’m doing, Sammy?” he asked sarcastic, with raised eyebrows.
“I don’t know, but it seems to me you’re about to do something really stupid” Sam replied harsh. Dean shrugged and drank again. Sam tried to swipe the bottle, but Dean took a step back.
“Get your own” he babbled. Sam tried to grab his arm, but Dean pushed him away.
“Dean, come on, let’s go” Sam attempted to reason with him.
“No, te go” Dean snapped. “I’m going to stay here and get that demon to mostra his face”
“Are te talking about Meg?” Sam frowned. Then he realized Dean had detto his face, not her. “You want to make a deal to get Cas back”
Dean drank again, not confirming nor denying it.
“Dean, I get that you’re hurt, but selling your soul is not the solution. Cas will probably make another deal to save te again. We can’t keep going on like this. We have to let him go” Sam talked to his brother. Dean knew Sam was right, but that didn’t make it any easier. He took one last gulp and then tossed the bottle in the bushes. “He’s coming back” he detto convinced. “With o without a deal, he’s coming back. I know he will and when he does I’m going to be here. I’m not leaving him again”