decaygirl13

Castiel struggles on his feet as his breath is quickened. Not by the subtle defeat and loss of half the people he called friends, but by the overwhelming sense that someone is missing. Dean is missing. He wipes the sweat from his brow as the sudden realization washes over him: Dean never went in with them. He senses it, even through a hazy state. Even when he’s high off his mind, he can tell when things are off with his profound friend. Before he heads out of the building, he keeps a watch out for anymore Croats. He can’t waste another second. He sprints out of there as fast as he can as he turns the corner, almost losing his balance. He y...