I started with three sentences but who am I kidding? You can probably expect fic for this.
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Dean wondered how much might have gone differently if the winged dicks ever sent Castiel back down. He could pretty much guess what the angel had wanted to tell him now, after the angels dicked him and Sam around until the world went up shit-creek with an Apocalypse-shaped paddle - it ate at him, knowing Cas was somewhere upstairs with those assholes. But mostly, Dean just missed the sorry son of a bitch.
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Date: 2011-12-13 08:48 pm (UTC)-
Dean wondered how much might have gone differently if the winged dicks ever sent Castiel back down. He could pretty much guess what the angel had wanted to tell him now, after the angels dicked him and Sam around until the world went up shit-creek with an Apocalypse-shaped paddle - it ate at him, knowing Cas was somewhere upstairs with those assholes. But mostly, Dean just missed the sorry son of a bitch.