Dean walks through the bunker, his fingers running along the walls. He stops when he gets to Cas’ room. The door that’s usually closed is cracked open. He looks in and sees Cas.
He’s sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands folded in his lap. His blue eyes are closed and his head is bowed.
“What’re you doing?” Dean asks after a moment. Cas looks up quickly, clearly startled. “Sorry.”
“I was praying,” Cas answers. “I pray to you even though I know you can’t hear it.”
“You pray to me?”
“Every night,” Cas promises. Dean blushes.
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