credo. (deancas, 9x10 coda)
Castiel’s phone rings in the middle of the night; he picks it up and mutes it and it vibrates in his fingers then, trembling but silent. Sam’s asleep in another room down the hall but Castiel knows he sleeps fitfully, shallowly. He will until he’s healed. The phone in Castiel’s hand lights up with a number he doesn’t recognize. He presses the little button on the left, and holds it to his ear.
"I’m here," he says. There is an exhaled breath on the other end that rattles into the receiver. "Where are you?"
"Nowhere," Dean says. "How’s Sam?"