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The phone rang for what felt like an eternity, only for it to go to voicemail. Yet again.
“How long does it take to grab a fucking pizza?!”
“Dean, calm down. I’m sure Castiel can handle it just fine.”
Sam patiently watched as Dean continued to pace around the motel room. He picked up the phone to dial once more before suddenly stopping in his tracks. Finally, Dean’s phone was the one ringing from an incoming call.
“What took you so long?” Dean shouted at the phone.
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“What do you mean you’re lost? Don’t you have wings?”
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“What the fuck are you doing in Arizona?”
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Dean let out a sigh before responding, “Alright, I’ll be there in a sec.” He shut the phone off and turned to Sam with an exasperated look. “He cannot possibly, genuinely be this fucking dumb. I mean, isn’t he an angel?”
Sam simply shrugged and went back to his lore book. “Castiel is a bit weird, but he is also trying. You have to give him that.”
Dean rubbed a hand over his face, taking a moment to recollect himself. “Fucking Cas,” he muttered as he grabbed the keys to the Impala and headed out.