Dean did have that idea, actually. It's not an unusual idea for him to have.
He spends twice as long in the shower as Cas did, determined to enjoy himself thoroughly. Which he does. Happily. Okay, so he's helped out by the fact that he's in his 30s, which slows everything down, but whatever.
Half an hour later, Dean emerges from the room, duffel hefted over his shoulder. He shoves his things into the trunk, takes his coffee from Sam--what a good little brother--and shoves his way into the driver's seat of the car.
"So I say we figure out something to put Cas' Grace in, split our asses up, and go clean up some damn Leviathans. If anybody's got objections, voice 'em now."
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He spends twice as long in the shower as Cas did, determined to enjoy himself thoroughly. Which he does. Happily. Okay, so he's helped out by the fact that he's in his 30s, which slows everything down, but whatever.
Half an hour later, Dean emerges from the room, duffel hefted over his shoulder. He shoves his things into the trunk, takes his coffee from Sam--what a good little brother--and shoves his way into the driver's seat of the car.
"So I say we figure out something to put Cas' Grace in, split our asses up, and go clean up some damn Leviathans. If anybody's got objections, voice 'em now."