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Difference

Dean felt it, the shift in the Earth, the pull in his gut, the twist in his soul. He felt it like he did every time Cas looked at him with his piercing blue eyes. He felt it like he did every time they were close, knees brushing together in some no name diner. Dean felt the difference now, in this one singular moment. It was the feeling he got every time he ever came close to laying it all out there, telling Cas just how he felt. It was the feeling that evaporated when the blade plunged into Cas’ chest, the feeling he thought he’d lost. Dean felt it now though, like Cas was near him. He felt the connection as he sat bolt upright in his bed. Cas is alive, he thought, with something akin to hope and faith. He snatched his phone off the nightstand and looked at the screen where the notification flashed. One missed call.