the days upended

vaudelin:

deancas reunion. hugs. 1300 wc [on AO3]

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When his phone powers up with a missed call from Jack, Dean delegates his voicemail duties by tossing the cell at Sam. They’re forty miles out from the bunker yet, aching and too damn old hauling back from this type of bruiser case. Whatever the kid is burning to tell them can wait for another half hour, Dean figures, at least until Sam plays the voicemail and then plays it again, and again, sitting up a little straighter each time.

Sam stares at the phone, pounds a key and lifts it to his ear, listening with a dead-eye stare. Dean elbows him for an explanation but Sam hesitates to pass it along, mumbling something about waiting until Dean’s not driving.

Dean flexes his split knuckles on the wheel. “Spit it out, Sammy.”

Face ashen, Sam answers, “He says Cas is there,” and damn if that doesn’t make Dean rage.

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