Castiel gets out of The Empty four years too late.
Castiel hovers in the doorway of the den, aching. There’s an open bottle of whiskey and a cut-glass tumbler on the coffee table, alcohol long evaporated and a sticky ochre ring along the bottom. Beside it he can see a piece of paper, torn from a notepad and laid parallel to the glass. Tucked neatly under the table are Dean’s slippers. Carefully, Castiel leans over and peers down at the note. In Sam’s neat handwriting it reads:
Dean Winchester’s last drink, please do not remove
You can read it here!
Chapter 2 up now!
“What?” Claire answers on the second ring. Castiel snatches the phone up and presses it to his ear, joy bursting inside him.
“Claire,” he says, voice watery. “It’s me.”
“Uh, who’s me?” She asks, sarcastic.
“It’s Castiel,” Castiel says.
Claire laughs, and then barks, “Fuck off.” And then she hangs up.
