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"cas, i–" dean started.  his fists rapped lightly on cas' door. "i'm sorry, baby, but you have to come out."

there was no answer.

"please, cas, you can't stay in there forever." for a slight moment, he had feared the darkness inside of cas' head had won, and the only difference between he and dean was dean's pulse, but was reassured by the sound of sheets rustling. "come out. i miss you, cas," dean whispered. he let his forehead rest on the cool door.

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