That wasn't how life worked, but that didn't stop him from fearing, and the fact Sam didn't say anything either told him that he probably wasn't the only one feeling like this.
It might take some time, but he refused to live the rest of his life without knowing what the ring meant.
Especially as I should have been hunting that whole time.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from the motel room door for a long moment, trying to figure out what it was telling him not to leave.
He was… he was one of the ones who could never stand humans.
Dean just hadn't figured out how to not project, so sometimes Cas would just pick up on random thoughts.
Because in the distance there was a hazy shadow.
He needed to get up.