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It was, of course, completely common for Dean to call him. Doing so by cell phone was not quite as expected, and Castiel hadn't even used the device in months, had almost forgotten that he'd still had it. A bit of angelic power had ensured that it would ring even without paying the monthly fee, but he hadn't had any need of it for some time. Usually, Dean just prayed. And when Castiel had asked why that wasn't the case this time, Dean had just brushed him off.
Still, even with that in mind, this was normal. Whether it was because Dean needed help on a hunt or had some pressing news to deliver, Castiel had shown up at a wide variety of motel rooms in countless different states in order to meet with the Winchesters.
So this was just another day.
Hands pressed into the pockets of his trenchcoat, one holding onto the phone in question, Castiel walked toward the motel that Dean had told him about. He could have flown in, but Dean seemed to disapprove of his sudden appearances, so it was better to walk in.
Room 220, wasn't it? Castiel climbed up the stairs, found the door with that number on it, and knocked. "Dean, it's me."
Still, even with that in mind, this was normal. Whether it was because Dean needed help on a hunt or had some pressing news to deliver, Castiel had shown up at a wide variety of motel rooms in countless different states in order to meet with the Winchesters.
So this was just another day.
Hands pressed into the pockets of his trenchcoat, one holding onto the phone in question, Castiel walked toward the motel that Dean had told him about. He could have flown in, but Dean seemed to disapprove of his sudden appearances, so it was better to walk in.
Room 220, wasn't it? Castiel climbed up the stairs, found the door with that number on it, and knocked. "Dean, it's me."