Just The Name

Chapter 14

Not much happened those next few weeks.

For the most part, the group just sort of hung out. Gabe began recovering really quickly - like sort of scary quickly.

John, for the first time ever, stopped complaining about soulmates. He no longer wore his gloves, though didn't always write Sherlocks name overtop as it was a bit of a tedious task.

Mary and John broke up.

On that particular night, a raging storm twisted behind the window.

Cas sat at his desk and flipped through some lore books from Professor Singer.

He was reading about Djin, currently.

Djin do not grant wishes - rather they put one in a dreamlike state-

A particularly loud howl of wind cut through the night. Cas looked out into the darkness and watched the snow outside rise and twist and spin and fall.

Is Dean out there? Cas wondered. Out amongst the snow? Struggling to get from one place to another?

He shook off the worrying thought and returned to the lore book.

Djin do not grant wishes - rather they put one in a dreamlike state in which one might assume-

Cas stopped reading and instead opted to staring out the window.

Dean wouldn't go out in such a mess. The storm is too powerful - even for him. He would know that.

Outside the storm raged on, bending trees and whipping up litter.

Djin do not grant wishes - rather they put one-

Frost had covered the window. Cas couldn't see out it unless he used his fingernail to scrape some off.

He saw no one out there, still, he couldn't shake the feeling that out there, somewhere, was Dean.

It was late. Too late to reasonably call someone. Besides, he might wake up John.

The wind whipped around, furiously. The tree it tormented lost a branch in the never ending battle.

And then Cas was dialing Dean's number.

It rang once. Wind slapped at a lamppost outside, causing it to flicker.

It rang twice. The leaves in the branches of the tree were ripped out as though they were nothing.

It rang three times. Though inside it was warm and safe and away from the storm, Cas felt as though he were in the middle of it. And why wasn't Dean picking up?

It rang four times. The storm infiltrated the calm. The power cut, the clock went out and the light stopped flickering. It stopped working altogether.

It went to voicemail.

Cas stood there, confused and helpless.

There's no way he would. Cas told himself. No way he would venture into that storm.

But it was a lie. Dean was pigheaded and stubborn and if he had to weather a storm - he would. No matter how bad. And somehow, Cas knew he was out there.

The wind tore another branch from the tree and Cas still didn't move. He didn't know what to do. Unless Dean prayed to him the chances Cas could actually find him were slim to none. And Dean wouldn't pray. He didn't know angels were real, much less that Cas was one.

The two branches, thick and heavy, until this point had lain defenseless on the ground, but the wind increased yet and soon even they were sailing through the air. Still, Cas did nothing.