[Shit like that...? Jesus christ, how much does Dean know? Cas frowns at his phone, wondering if maybe he'd let more slip than he remembers the last time they'd gotten shitfaced together. He knows Dean's pissed about the sneaking around but... That's cold. Also true, at least where his family is concerned, so he can't be too upset about the bluntness.]
Yeah well I kinda knew that going in. I don't know why I thought things would be different this time, I guess today's just another day for them.
[He's in the middle of typing up his response when the second message comes through, and he actually smiles a bit at the reminder that even though this place he's standing in front of isn't home anymore, he's not completely fucked. At least he has someone to go back to, even if--
Nope, not going there. Dean's his roommate and his friend, and he's perfectly satisfied with that. He sends the first message off and then sends another:]
Yeah, just as soon as I find something to leave a nasty note on the door with. Should be on my way to the airport in a few hours, cemetery closes when the sun goes down. Gonna try to get an earlier flight back.
[He sighs, feeling guilty for lying, even though he imagines if anyone should understand, it'd be Dean. He doesn't know all of the details surrounding his brother, just what Dean'd told him after the poor kid had showed up, shaking and strung out and desperate. It'd been kind of hard to ignore that, though he'd tried not to push too hard.
Sliding his phone into his pocket, he makes his way down the sloping driveway to the rental car and digs around for anything that will enable him to leave tangible proof of his aggravation, mentally kicking himself for continuing to do this even though he knows the result will never change.]
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Yeah well I kinda knew that going in. I don't know why I thought things would be different this time, I guess today's just another day for them.
[He's in the middle of typing up his response when the second message comes through, and he actually smiles a bit at the reminder that even though this place he's standing in front of isn't home anymore, he's not completely fucked. At least he has someone to go back to, even if--
Nope, not going there. Dean's his roommate and his friend, and he's perfectly satisfied with that. He sends the first message off and then sends another:]
Yeah, just as soon as I find something to leave a nasty note on the door with. Should be on my way to the airport in a few hours, cemetery closes when the sun goes down. Gonna try to get an earlier flight back.
[He sighs, feeling guilty for lying, even though he imagines if anyone should understand, it'd be Dean. He doesn't know all of the details surrounding his brother, just what Dean'd told him after the poor kid had showed up, shaking and strung out and desperate. It'd been kind of hard to ignore that, though he'd tried not to push too hard.
Sliding his phone into his pocket, he makes his way down the sloping driveway to the rental car and digs around for anything that will enable him to leave tangible proof of his aggravation, mentally kicking himself for continuing to do this even though he knows the result will never change.]