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An exhausted looking man walked around a corner. He didn’t quite understand where he was going and what he had experienced over the last hours, days? He didn’t have a grasp on how much time had passed. Although one thing remained crystal clear: he had to find Cas.
He didn’t know how to feel after what he just witnessed with Alex and the abstract brother figure he just fought. He felt for the young girl, he truly did, but he needed to continue on. He needed to find Cas.
The man slowly turned around and came across a set of stairs leading down to a door. He took the stairs one at a time before carefully pushing open the heavy door in front of him. Once the door was fully open he paused in the doorway.
“Jimmy?”
Coming back to himself he hurried to the bars separating him from his companion. “Jimmy?! I thought that thing killed you..? Are you hurt?” His eyes roamed over the man in front of him, checking for injuries. Eyes staring at the pristine white dress shirt, without a single drop of blood.
Jimmy raised an eyebrow from where he was sitting, and leaned forward ever so slightly, “Not at all, Dean.”
Dean grabbed the bars tighter, “But the thing…it stabbed you. There was blood everywhere,” Dean doesn’t think he’ll ever forget that moment, Jimmy C̶a̶s̶ getting stabbed through the middle by the inky black figure. “You were dead, goddamnit” despite how gruff he tried to seem his voice wavered.
Jimmy again raised an eyebrow, a look of calm confusion clouding his face. “Stabbed me?”
“It chased us in the elevator?” He gestured wildly, “And-“
“Dean.. I think you’re imagining things.” Jimmy interrupted, watching as the exhausted man in front of him seemed to sink to the ground.
“God damnnit Cas.” Dean grumbled under his breath, seemingly lost in his own world for a moment. He sighed before glancing back to meet Jimmy’s gaze, “ Just before! Don’t you remember?”
“Dean, beloved…Did something happen to you?” A gravelly voice Dean would know anywhere spoke. “After we got separated in that long hallway? Are you perhaps confusing me with someone else?” He chuckled and gave Dean a familiar gummy smile, “You were always so forgetful.” He sighed, “Remember that time in the hotel?”
Of course Dean remembered, before Cas got sick he’d record them both in their hotel room, simply admiring his husband. Immediately agreeing that he’ll take Castiel back to their special place, he’d do anything for him.
“Jimmy?”
“You said you took everything. But you forgot that video tape we made…” Jimmy’s head tilted, in a way that reminded Dean of Cas that it hurt. “I wonder if it’s still there.”
“How do you know about that?” His eyes narrowed, “Aren’t you Jimmy?”
“I’m not your Cas.” He spoke with the air of annoyance he always had when speaking to the Winchesters.
“So.. you are Jimmy?”
“I am. if you want me to be.”
Dean couldn’t take it, couldn’t take the memories trying to invade his mind, and stood abruptly. “All I want from you is a goddamn answer!”
“It doesn’t matter who I am.” Jimmy stood, and approached the bars, deep blue eyes staring into Dean’s.
“I’m here for you, Dean.” His hand snaked out from the bars and rested on his cheek.
“See? I’m real.” Dean’s eyes traced every part of Jimmy’s face, wanting to desperately see his husband.
“Don’t you want to touch me?”
“I-
Dean faltered slightly, every part of his being wanted to give in and accept that hand, to make himself believe that it was Castiel himself. “I don’t know.” The hand lingered for a moment longer before it slowly moved away,“If you happen to make up your mind…” Jimmy moved to sit back down, granting Dean a glimpse of his beloved husband, “I’ll be waiting.”
“I uh, I’ll find some way to..” he trailed off staring at the cell, at Jimmy, at C̶a̶s̶, “I’ll come back I promise.” He took a breath before turning around and letting the heavy door close behind him, forcing himself not to look back.