Cas, meanwhile, is busy being hyper aware of every single person that walks by. He refuses to sit with his back to anybody so they end up getting a corner booth, and every time the waitress comes by Cas stares at her. Needless to say, by the time lunch is over the staff is very glad to see them leave.
They don't have a single Leviathan encounter for five days straight. On the sixth, Castiel is starting to get very antsy; he doesn't like their silence, spends a lot of his time mumbling to himself about how they think, what they're doing. He spends hours on the phone with Sam, and then Bobby (once Bobby finally agrees to talk to him) about their movements, any news, whether or not they'd found any. They hadn't.
Sam doesn't once ask to speak to Dean.
Five days of absolutely nothing and it's starting to get to Cas. The tense line is back in his shoulders, bunching them up, and twice he'd wound up somehow sleeping on the floor in the middle of the night.
Then again, for five days he hadn't so much as touched Dean for longer than two seconds, let alone kissed him at all. Any action initiated on Dean's behalf was met with stonewalling and a quick escape. Cas is keeping himself distant.
They're holed up in yet another cookie-cutter motel room and Cas is sucking on cubes of ice as he flips through one of the tomes acquired from Bobby's house back when he and Dean had first visited.
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They don't have a single Leviathan encounter for five days straight. On the sixth, Castiel is starting to get very antsy; he doesn't like their silence, spends a lot of his time mumbling to himself about how they think, what they're doing. He spends hours on the phone with Sam, and then Bobby (once Bobby finally agrees to talk to him) about their movements, any news, whether or not they'd found any. They hadn't.
Sam doesn't once ask to speak to Dean.
Five days of absolutely nothing and it's starting to get to Cas. The tense line is back in his shoulders, bunching them up, and twice he'd wound up somehow sleeping on the floor in the middle of the night.
Then again, for five days he hadn't so much as touched Dean for longer than two seconds, let alone kissed him at all. Any action initiated on Dean's behalf was met with stonewalling and a quick escape. Cas is keeping himself distant.
They're holed up in yet another cookie-cutter motel room and Cas is sucking on cubes of ice as he flips through one of the tomes acquired from Bobby's house back when he and Dean had first visited.