Books

One particular book, Cas studies for a long time. His hand cradling it and his lips moving with the words scrawled on the pages. Dean can feel tears stinging at his eyelids. It is -no- was Bobby’s own journal. He takes the journal from Cas and sets it in the pile of other hunter’s journals. Eyes purposely avoiding the other’s. Cas doesn’t say a word, just reaches for another book to organize. History, History, religion, History, journals, Cas’ movements are fluid and methodical and damn, if Dean isn’t fifty shades of turned on right now. He grabs his beer off the table and finishes it in one long pull of the bottle and excuses himself from the room with the excuse of needing to get another drink. Right now, feels like the best moment to get a bit drunk.