STRESS;

That was the accurate form to describe how Castiel felt right now. He had drank 5 cups of coffee in an hour, and he was currently trying to find where his brother Lucifer was.. He had been looking since the morning of yesterday, and he was tired as shit.

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Gabriel and Sam were out of town for a case and the possible ubication of Anna, Castiel's and Gabriel's sister, so he didn't had any help.. Dean, his Guardian angel, wasn't answering his damn prayers, and he was starting to overthink the whole situation.. What is Heaven had removed Dean from his charge as Guardian angel for not obeying the order of leaving Lucifer to kill Castiel? It couldn't be possible.. Couldn't it?? It didn't matter for now, because Castiel's brain was in other place.

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Castiel was sat on a chair, Infront of a little table of a crappy motel that he and Gabriel reserved the last hunt, he had stayed there since that hunt.. Castiel was mumbling something in frustration, stress and tiredness as he looked through the computer that Gabriel left him. Nothing, not even the single dead of his siblings was found.. Well, Balthazar's dead had been found by the police, and the news spread as fast as air, but that didn't left him any clues about where the hell could Lucifer be.. And that was overwhelming him.

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As soon as Castiel took a moment to rest his head on the cold wood of the wood table, he could already feel his stress rising up as fire in a fireplace.. It wasn't really pretty to feel such strong emotions, but what could Castiel do? Anything. He could have done anything. Castiel's started to overthink every single thought that crossed his head, now starting to have his vision half blurred for a moment.. He was feeling sick, sick about everything.. That untill he heard the whoosh and the wing flap..; It was Dean.