It's twilight, and Castiel's given up on searching.
There isn't any point in retracing the same ground he's already covered countless times over the past two days. Dean isn't here, plain and simple. All that's left is his room, which is exactly as it should be. The memory foam mattress, the collection of weapons, the picture of his mother and the record player.
Everything there but the most important portion.
If Dean does return from wherever he's gone (and Castiel's theory is still that he's returned home to gain some new and most likely unfortunate memories), he'll come here. So it makes sense to wait here until that happens.
After spending two weeks avoiding Dean and everyone else in the mansion, now Castiel's seated on Dean's bed. He's even holding Dean's phone, clutching onto it as some sign that he won't be gone for good, and that he won't return with no recollection of what happened here.
It makes no sense. He should be relieved that Dean might have escaped this place, but it wasn't supposed to be like this. They were supposed to find a way out together, with Sam, on their own terms. This feels... hollow. Unremarkable. Wrong.
December 15th
There isn't any point in retracing the same ground he's already covered countless times over the past two days. Dean isn't here, plain and simple. All that's left is his room, which is exactly as it should be. The memory foam mattress, the collection of weapons, the picture of his mother and the record player.
Everything there but the most important portion.
If Dean does return from wherever he's gone (and Castiel's theory is still that he's returned home to gain some new and most likely unfortunate memories), he'll come here. So it makes sense to wait here until that happens.
After spending two weeks avoiding Dean and everyone else in the mansion, now Castiel's seated on Dean's bed. He's even holding Dean's phone, clutching onto it as some sign that he won't be gone for good, and that he won't return with no recollection of what happened here.
It makes no sense. He should be relieved that Dean might have escaped this place, but it wasn't supposed to be like this. They were supposed to find a way out together, with Sam, on their own terms. This feels... hollow. Unremarkable. Wrong.
And so he waits.