Being Alone (D. Winchester)

2. 69 "Oh My God"

At Rufus' cabin. next day. Morning.

I was sitting on the sofa looking at the flask on the desk.

Sam "She's fine. Checking out of the hospital tonight. "

Castiel held out a sandwich to him "Well, that's positive. "

Sam shook his head and Cas walked over to us. He put the plate in front of Dean.

Meg "Tell me again why you turned tail for some maid. You were right there. "

Dean" Shut up, Meg. "

Sam "Because Dick made more Dicks. He must've kept a chunk of the original Dick Roman somewhere. Uh, they'd all have to touch it. "

Castiel was drying dishes.

Dean looked at Cas" Hey, shifty, what's your problem? "

Castiel " Do we need a cat? Doesn't this place feel one species short? "

Dean " You got anything to say on the topic of Dicks? Crowley was pretty sure that you could help. "

Castiel "I can't help. You understand? I can't. I destroyed... everything, and I will destroy everything again. Can we please just leave it at that? "

Dean shook his head, standing up " No. No, we can't. "

I sighed "babe-"

Dean "We can't leave it. You let these friggin' things in. So you don't get to make a sandwich. You don't get a damned cat. Nobody cares that you're broken, Cas. Clean up your mess! "

Cas walked over to Dean You know... we should play Twister. "

My jaw dropped. The brothers looked at each other.

Castiel vanished.

Meg " Nice. You scared off the Empire's only hope. "

Dean" Meaning?"

Meg" It occur to you every one of those things was in Cas? He knows them. He can see past the meat suits. "

Sam nodded "So, he'll be able to spot the real... fake Dick Roman. "

Meg "Gold star, sugarpants. Too bad he's Fruit Loops. You might've had a chance."

We heard a noise behind us.

Cas was playing Twister on the floor.

I shook my head, sighing.

Night.

Dean and i were looking at footage from the Sucrocorp office on the laptop

. Dean" There's no real point in looking for a tell. They all downloaded Dick's brain. They've all got the Same tells. "

Sam "All right, then maybe the question is, what would the real Dick be doing? "

Dad appeared " Is that the best you can do? Idjits."

I looked at him. Dean put a hand on my thigh. He gave me a soft smile and i nodded.

Sam "Bobby. We didn't know if you'd, uh – "

Dad " Well, you should've. You got the flask. Dumb. You should've burned it right off."

Dean sighed "Bobby – "

Dad "I'm still jonesing to go back... grab some poor b*st*rd, kamikaze 'em going after Dick. It's bad. "

He looked at me " Let's be real. I damn near killed you. And that woman. "

I shook my head "it wasn't your fault"

Dad " Right. That's just what ghosts turn into. I really bet the farm I could outsmart that. "