Sam opened the door of Cas’ room. He had Cas’ bags with him. Cas’ face saddened. Everything was going way too fast. He’d barely learned they were going to lock him away. He’d barely gotten time to adjust to the idea and now they were already going to send him on his way.
“The sooner we get you there, the sooner you can get better” Dean explained. He tried to take Cas’ hand, but the latter pulled away. Dean sighed a little frustrated. How long was Cas going to act like this? He stood and walked to the closet, to help Sam pack the bags.
“Hey, maybe you should try to keep your distance” Sam suggested careful. “He’s obviously not suffering from memory loss. He still remembers what you did”
“I can’t let him rot in here” Dean replied defensive.
“No, but…maybe you could try and give him a little time. You remind him of bad things” Sam tried to explain.
Dean turned around pissed and carried the bag to Cas’ bed. He put the bag down and closed it.
“Get ready” he commanded.