[Two hours has been plenty of time to make Dean angry. And cold. Mostly cold. He can't feel his fingers or his nose, the wind is blowing hard enough to make his eyes water. The cold is turning that to frost on his eyelashes. All in all, Dean's pissed and miserable.]
Come on, Cas, you lousy son of a bitch, you had a heart once, what happened to it?
[Not even remotely what Cas is looking for, but it's about on par with all the other prayers Dean's made over the last few years.]
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Come on, Cas, you lousy son of a bitch, you had a heart once, what happened to it?
[Not even remotely what Cas is looking for, but it's about on par with all the other prayers Dean's made over the last few years.]