[ More than. Equally so because he can't get through certain doors, and the mystery keeps getting deeper and deeper with no real way for Dean to find any answers.
Or...any of them, for that matter.
Still, it's sidelined now that Cas is here, for the time being, anyway. Dean settles on the chair beside him where he'd been sitting, boat shoes and a book resting on the deck next to a discarded, obnoxiously pink shirt. He just watches Cas, taking him in, peach fuzz and all. It's a relief to see him again, alive and well, and something tight in Dean's gut eases a fraction. ]
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[ More than. Equally so because he can't get through certain doors, and the mystery keeps getting deeper and deeper with no real way for Dean to find any answers.
Or...any of them, for that matter.
Still, it's sidelined now that Cas is here, for the time being, anyway. Dean settles on the chair beside him where he'd been sitting, boat shoes and a book resting on the deck next to a discarded, obnoxiously pink shirt. He just watches Cas, taking him in, peach fuzz and all. It's a relief to see him again, alive and well, and something tight in Dean's gut eases a fraction. ]
Who what?
[ Oh. Right. ]
His name is Crowley.