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[Dean is dirty, covered in filth and sweat, and he's got an ache through him that says he's done something good today, but coming home to find his home eerily vacant unsettled him quickly. He'd searched the phone and the evidence was clear. Sam was gone. He wasn't as optimistic as his brother and he already has a bottle of beer in his hands as he sits on the hood of his car in the dark light of the evening.]
Sam's gone home. Don't... don't anyone come around trying to be sympathetic. It's probably better he's at home, anyway.
[Because Dean knows where he and Sam are at back home, he knows Sam might be damaged from the First Trial and he might be bleeding out on the floor of Lucifer's Crypt, but they're doing something good for the world.
Dean takes a sip of his drink and grits his teeth just after swallowing.] I'll deal with anythin' he's got going on for a week, in case the... son of a bitch gets back, but after a week I'm done. If he's not back then, consider him in a better place or whatever gets you through the night.
[He finishes his drink and sets the bottle down beside him, drawing attention to another opened but untouched bottle next to it. The absolute grief flickers in Dean's green eyes for only a second before he chokes it down.] Cas, we need to talk. And I got something to show you. Come home as soon as you can.