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"Sam!" Dean's call rang throughout the hotel room as he slammed the door. "Did you find him?"
"There's only so many omens out there, Dean. I can't find them all. Maybe if you actually helped with the research instead of moaning over your lost boyfriend-"
Dean slammed Sam's laptop shut. "For the last time, Sam, I'm not gay!"
"Tell that to your face," Sam smirked, remarking on Dean's flushed complexion.
"Just...did you find anything?"
"Not really, but-"
"But what?"
Sam sighed as he opened his laptop. "So I'm looking up where these omens are happening, right? And as I'm looking, there's one place they all seem to happen. Right here."
Dean leaned over Sam's shoulder, looking at the indicated location. "Is that-?"
"-The desert," finished Sam.
"Night Vale, to be exact," replied Cas, standing behind the brothers.
Dean and Sam turned around and stared at the angel. "Hello Dean," Cas said. "How are you?"
"I don't know if I should hug you or hit you where it hurts." Dean said, staring at Cas. "You show up here-after weeks-without so much as a phone call, and all your feathery ass can say is 'Hello Dean'?"
"I'm aware my methods might have caused you some distress," said Cas, causing Dean to snort in response. "But there was a good reason for my disappearance."
"You'd better hope there is."