Being Alive ( D.W)

"Just Drive"

A few days later. Night. 

Dean " How much longer?"

I looked at my phone " Uh... seven hours."

Dean groaned out annoyed "Ugh."

I nodded " Yep."

Dean " Can't believe we're going back here."

Me "Travis was a friend."

Dean " Yeah, I know. I'm not saying what happened isn't sad. You know, I mean, the guy slit his throat with a whiskey bottle, but... He's an old friend, you know? Old, old. Like haven't seen him in 25 years. We've missed funerals for much closer friends... Hunters."

Me "Well, this is different. I-I mean, it's not like we have much else to do. Chuck is off world. Jack's in the bunker with Sam, waiting for Billie's orders. And... And Cas just... bailed, I guess. He didn't say anything to you about why he left?"

Dean shook his head "Not really."

Me "And you guys didn't get into a fight or something?"

Dean shrugged " It's just Cas being Cas."

I nodded "Right."

Dean looked at his phone. 

Me "Seriously, Dean? You know how many people die every year texting and driving?"

Dean nodded "Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, I know. Look. "

He put his phone away " Okay? Done. You're right. My bad."

Morning. At the Rooster's Sunrise Motel.

Dean"It looks smaller."

Me "Yeah, well, we're bigger. Weird being back here."

Dean  nodded "Yeah, it's not exactly on the top of my bucket list."

We walked inside. 

Dean "Caitlin?"

Caitlin smiled and hugged him " Dean.