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Where the hell was Cas?

Every damn time Dean needed to ask the angel a question it seemed like he just wasn't around. He had to be, though. Where else was he going to be? Poking his head in and out of rooms in the bunker, he made his way through the library, through the bathroom, the storage rooms, Sam's room, eventually made his way to the kitchen and managed to get distracted.

                                              Hey, sometimes a turkey sandwich just called your name.

Finally he managed to reach one of the spare rooms he hadn't really thought about looking in. The door just slightly cracked and there were noises going on. Nothing he could exactly make out and not that he cared. He rarely gave his brother the peace of masturbating in the shower when he needed to take a piss.

Pushing the door open with a hand, the half of a sandwich he had left being pushed into his mouth and a large bite being chewed, he opened his mouth to talk without much care. "Dude, Cas, I've got a quest─" He paused, lettuce hanging out of one corner of his mouth smearing mayonnaise from the corner of his mouth and chin as he stared at the angel.