Dean walked into the cemetery with a bottle of bourbon. He had left Sam, who had fallen asleep on the couch. Dean headed to Cas’ grave and though it was the middle of the দিন he unscrewed the bottle and drank.
“Okay!” he shouted, looking at the sky and spreading his arms widely. “”Whatever son of a দুশ্চরিত্রা is running this প্রদর্শনী now, better get your Crowley serving গাধা down here!”
He took another gulp while he waited, but no one came.
“Dean!”
Dean rolled his eyes and drank again. Now Sam was going to ruin it all.
“Dean, what the hell are আপনি doing?” Sam asked when he reached his older brother. Dean glanced at the bottle and conjured a big smile.
“What does it look like I’m doing, Sammy?” he asked sarcastic, with raised eyebrows.
“I don’t know, but it seems to me you’re about to do something really stupid” Sam replied harsh. Dean shrugged and drank again. Sam tried to swipe the bottle, but Dean took a step back.
“Get your own” he babbled. Sam tried to grab his arm, but Dean pushed him away.
“Dean, come on, let’s go” Sam attempted to reason with him.
“No, আপনি go” Dean snapped. “I’m going to stay here and get that demon to প্রদর্শনী his face”
“Are আপনি talking about Meg?” Sam frowned. Then he realized Dean had ব্যক্ত his face, not her. “You want to make a deal to get Cas back”
Dean drank again, not confirming nor denying it.
“Dean, I get that you’re hurt, but selling your soul is not the solution. Cas will probably make another deal to save আপনি again. We can’t keep going on like this. We have to let him go” Sam talked to his brother. Dean knew Sam was right, but that didn’t make it any easier. He took one last gulp and then tossed the bottle in the bushes. “He’s coming back” he ব্যক্ত convinced. “With অথবা without a deal, he’s coming back. I know he will and when he does I’m going to be here. I’m not leaving him again”