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he stumbled into faith

Summary:

Cas loosened his tie.

Damn, I wonder if he’d wrap that tie around my—NONONO. SOMETHING ELSE. Ghouls, yeah, ghouls are fucking gross, think about ghouls. How many ghoul cases have we worked?

Dean forced himself to count each ghoul he could remember, hoping that Cas hadn’t been able to read anything.

“Dean, are you alright?” Cas asked, and Dean damn near jumped out of his skin.

“Yeah,” he said, as nonchalantly as he could. “Why?”

~~~~~

Or, 4 times Dean prays to Castiel, +1 time they talk about it

Title from Blue Lips by Regina Spektor

Notes:

Partially based on this post by @shallowseeker on tumblr

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Castiel was sitting on a park bench when he heard Dean’s voice in his head.

“Hey, Cas, you got your ears on? Sam and I are working a case up in Wyoming. Looks like demons and angels working together, so… it’s something big. Could really use your help.”

With a flap of his wings, Castiel flew to the motel where Sam and Dean were staying. Dean was still standing outside, as he usually did when he prayed.

“Hello, Dean.”

Dean gave him a small smile. “Hey, Cas. Come on, I’ll show you what we got so far.”