as the clock struck 12, dean took a deep breath, feeling cas’ presence before he heard him approach. gesturing at cas with the neck of the beer bottle at the angel, “happy new year, angel.”
“happy new year, dean,” cas murmured, his eyes glued to the sharp slope of dean’s shoulders. tension. but cas couldn’t understand why. he cast his eyes around the room, trying to assess what had sparked the uneasiness in dean.
dean’s voice was quiet, strung-out and wary as he spoke. “i’ve got a new year’s resolution for you.”
cas scrunched his eyebrows, looking at dean in confusion.
“you… you’re not allowed to die. for the rest of the year. no getting killed. no leaving m-” dean broke off. “just, don’t,” he finished, the last words coming out as a hiss.
cas took a half step back. “dean-”
dean stood up, sucking in a sharp breath. “don’t. don’t you dare.”
cas watched as dean stormed away, down the bunker corridor to his bedroom.
on the tv, glimpses of fireworks flashed across the screen. the light caught a notebook resting on the arm of the chair. dean’s notebook.
the pages had been left open, dean’s messy scrawl catching cas’ eye.
new year’s resolution:
tell him how i feel
