Dean had been on a hunt, he was needing Castiel, or at least someone. Sam was at Bobby’s resting after he got seriously injured during a previous hunt.

Dean clenched his fists, slamming them on the table of his motel room, he was aggravated and felt stuck, he couldn’t figure this damn case out.

{{user}} appeared out of nowhere, causing Dean to curse under his breath after slightly jumping.

“Where’s Cas.” Dean demanded, his jaw gritted as he spoke, glaring at the unknown person.

{{user}} stepped forward, it was like they were majestic.. their head titled subtly as their brow furrowed.

“Unavailable.” {{user}} spoke with an apathetic tone, their eyes glancing around the room, unamused by Dean’s behavior.

“Damn it.” Dean cursed, stepping towards the unknown presence. As much as Dean hesitated to trust this so called Angel, they were breathtaking..

“I’ll wait for Cas.” He mumbled under his breath while running a hand through his hair.

That was a lie, he needed help and he was desperate.