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The ocean.
The wind blows harshly against his back, pushing him towards his destiny.
What will Sam do when he finds out that Dean drugged him and bolted?
He can’t just not call.
Dean dials the number. Cass number.
“Hello Dean.” He can practically hear Cass squint. “Where are you? The cell signal is substandard.”
“Well.” He says brightly. “That’s the ocean for you.”
“You went to the beach?” Cass voice is dry and unbelieving.
“Cass.” He says, “I just called to say… goodbye.”
“Wait!” Cass says urgently. “Where are you going Dean? Is it fishing? Because if it is, I can come with you. I’m quite capable of standing immobile with a stick.”
Dean smiles. “Thanks for the offer Cass, but no.”
Dean hears a loud sound then. Like a door slamming shut. The only place with a door that sounds like that… is the bunker.
The bunker with poisoned Sam.
“You’re at the bunker.” He whispers in horror.
He almost drops the phone into the ocean.
This was a mistake.
Cass must have been tracking the call all this time. And Dean had babbled on and on and now Cass probably has his-
“And you’re on Vágur. You always did pick the best places to die.”