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[loaded_wolf]

Angua came back into Dean's room after doing her best to feed water to Roger and O-Ren, and frowned when she saw Castiel in his usual chair, arms braced on his legs and head tipped down. Probably praying

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[weary_head]

Dean woke up, stiff and aching all over but for his right arm, which was completely dead. Eyes blinking open, he quickly saw why. Angua was wrapped around him like an octopus, face pressed into the hollow of his throat, each even breath tickling at his skin as she slept.

"Hey," he rasped out, taking in the rest of what he'd come to think of as home in the dim, early morning light. "Angua. Wake up."

[loaded_wolf]

Angua's eyes fluttered open upon hearing her name, cheeks flushed in surprise.

"You're awake," she said in wonder, a smile taking over her whole face. "You're back." she pulled herself up on her elbows, leaning in to kiss Dean's face. "Dean..."

[weary_head]

"Easy," Dean murmured against her lips. New York was still fading behind his closed lids, but he knew what had happened to him, and by her reaction, what hadn't happened to Angua this time around.

"I must taste like day old asshole."

[loaded_wolf]

"Well that's a nice thought," Angua laughed, and nuzzled his cheek. She was just so happy he was awake, she didn't care what he smelled like.

"Are you okay? Where did you go?" And why wasn't I there, with you?

[heartless_sob]

If Castiel could not be next to Dean, or even in the house, he decided he would remain as close as possible. He sat down on the small porch and leaned against the wall. He would wait, and pray.

[weary_head]

Hours later, Dean felt a little less like ass warmed over. He also felt smelly, and as tempting as the offer of spongebath from Angua had been, Dean knew he wouldn't really feel like himself until he had a hot shower and a shave.

Towel slung over his shoulder, he left the hut, taking all of two steps down the porch before he noticed Castiel sitting there.

Dean froze. He was pissed - by god was he pissed - but he couldn't strike down the little stab of warmth that came from knowing that even human, guy was still looking out for him. Frustrating son of a bitch.

[heartless_sob]

Castiel looked up, startled at the sudden noise. At first, his expression was blank, giving nothing away, but when he realized it was Dean standing there he rose to his feet, ignoring the tingling of his numb legs and behind.

He was relieved, feeling his heart (his heart) pounding in his chest. "You're back. Where did you go?"

[weary_head]

"New York City," said Dean, looking the angel over. The expression on his face was so innocent - Dean felt torn between exhausted tears and punching the look right off of him.

"You promised me."