I'm still worried about Daphne. How are you doing, Daphne? Don't eat the corn syrup, okay?

[whynot]

It's multifandom!

And not that the following has anything to do with summer, but here is a snippet about Dean shortly after 7x03 where he's sad about Sam and Cas. Action-packed stuff, I know. Explosions, car chases, etc.


It’s the week after you and Sam split up and there’s no moon out tonight, no faith left in you because faith isn’t the same thing as hope. That's a difference you learned pretty early on. You have to get used to things not coming back.

You made it through four days on just cat naps, but it catches up with you. Everything does. You check into a motel and collapse on the bed, telling yourself just five minutes and you’re off. You’ve dreamed this dream before: you are sitting on a dock, you’re fishing, it’s a beautiful day. You’re waiting for someone to give you a message. Nobody comes.

You don’t remember the rest of it when you wake up. The time says you’ve been asleep for eleven hours, and you have nothing to show for it except this knot in your heart and an exhaustion that’s been slowly dismantling you since you don’t know when.

You’re drunk when you call Sam. It’s three rings before he answers, and you get as far as his bewildered “Dean?” before hanging up. You expect him to call you back. You expect him to not call you back.

He doesn’t call you back.

You imagine Sam staring at his phone, debating it. You imagine him sighing and putting the phone aside without a second thought. You can imagine a lot of things.

You scroll to Cas’s name and allow yourself to linger for a few seconds, and then you put the phone away.

“Anyway you’re out of coverage area most times out of ten,” you hear yourself say. Not quite a prayer and yet all you needed back in the day. It's a habit he accidentally ingrained in you. Cas never liked cellphones, and you got better results just closing your eyes and talking at the sky, trusting that your words will find him.

You imagine him appearing behind you. You imagine him disappearing into the water. You can imagine a lot of things.

“Cas-“

Bite your tongue. You have to get used to things not coming back.