Can't You Hear Me?

"Cas?" Dean asked, his voice dragging as if he hasn't slept in days. "Please tell me you can at least hear me. Look I know your mad, I mean I get it. I would be too. Ignoring me isn't they way to deal with it. Please answer me"

Dean was growing frustrated. Cas hasn't answered him since.... it happened. He has been praying for weeks but no one answered. He kept on although he was starting to give up.

"Look Cas if you don't answer I'm giving up. That's it I'm done!" Dean stood up and walked across the room and sat on his bed. Sam bailed after Cas left. He was all by himself in the nearly empty motel room.

He sunk down into the bed shoving his head in his hands. Dean rubbed his face as if he developed a rash within seconds. "I'm done" Dean whispered in frustration. "I'm done."