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Suddenly a hand was on his shoulder, warm, firm.

“Dean, listen to me.” The voices harshness had subsided and was replaced by comfort. Dean knew that if he tried to get up, he’d fall right back down. So all he managed was looking up to meet his green eyes with Castiel’s blue ones. Sometimes they were an icy blue, cold with power and fear, but now they were a rich sky blue, guiding dean back to the surface. He let out a breath he hadn’t meant to be holding.

“We’ll get Sam back,” Cas continued. The confidence of his voice put Dean’s anxiety at bay, for now. There was so little information known in the case the two brothers had been working on, and now that Sam had been pulled into it, the mystery seemed even deeper. They had only just started finding seemingly unimportant details that were overlooked by local detectives when Sam was taken, so Dean called in the only other person he he put his faith into. After a few days, Dean started getting angry at the case, at Cas, at himself. By two weeks, he didn’t show anything. There was nothing else coming up in the case that would lead to his little brother.

“It will be okay,” Cas spoke again. His confidence reminded Dean of how the two of them had ended up here. The trips back and forth to heaven and hell, the cries of help, the rescues. The angel had seen more battles than any being should have to experience. Dean had taken care of his family and friends all the time without asking for recognition. Including Sam, the three of them had always returned to each other, which Dean knew. He knew it and held onto it for his life. The only way to get his brother back was to believe he could, him and Cas.