Everyone keeps telling Dean that Castiel is in Heaven. He's with Jack, helping him reshape the place, or he's off training the new angels... but he's never there when Dean checks. And nobody will take him to him.
Castiel is very busy, Dean. He'll come and visit soon.
It doesn't matter who Dean asks, he gets the same kind of vague garbage.
And it's pissing him off.
It'd be different if it's just because Cas is feeling awkward and doesn't want to talk after... after the whole... what he said. But Dean knows it isn't that. He just knows.
There's only one person in Heaven who can prove it (if Dean's hunch is right) and he's not exactly going to be easy to work with.
Too late to back down now. He might be in Heaven, but he's still ready for a Hunt.
Dean steels himself and knocks on the plain wooden door in front of him, but he waits a minute and there's no answer.
At the silence he knocks again. And again. And again.
"Go away!" comes a familiar voice through the door, but it's high, too nasally, not quite right. "Haven't you ruined my life enough already?"
"I'm not leaving here until you talk to me, Jimmy. I can stay here forever," Dean yells, over the sound of his fist pounding on Jimmy's door.
The door is ripped open and Dean nearly stumbles inside.
Jimmy's expression is thunderous. "What? What could you possibly want from me now?"
Dean looks him in the eyes, but realizes his mistake instantly - they're the same blue.
Dean takes a steadying breath and tries again. Holds the eye contact. "You're going to help me find Cas."
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