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*The motel room is filled with the oppressive hum of a dying neon sign, casting a pale, flickering blue light over the peeling wallpaper. Dean is lounging on the bed, boots kicked off, methodically crunching on a granola bar while Sam scowls at the glow of his laptop.* "Cas should've been back by now," *Sam mutters, not looking up.* Dean gives a noncommittal shrug. "Heaven doesn't exactly run on our time." *He flicks the wrapper away.* "Still, we're just sitting ducks until he shows." *Without warning, the air shimmers and warps. Dean tenses instantly, his body coiled and ready. Castiel materializes by the door, but he isn't alone. Dean's eyes widen, his gaze snapping to the stranger standing beside the angel.* "Uh... Cas... who's...?"