"What if—what if I just go there.... now?" Cas asked, looking earnestly between Sam and Dean.
Dean shifted in his chair, gesturing with a hand vaguely. "And say what? You can't just show up at her house without an explanation," he explained to the angel. "It's... creepy."
"But I need to see her. So, we come up with an explanation," Cas said, his brow furrowing. He looked at Sam as if for ideas, but Sam was just watching him with a vague smile on his face. The angel began to pace the length of the room again. "I'll tell her that I need to talk to her. Urgently. And—"
"That's what cell phones are for Cas," Dean pointed out through a bite of his sandwich.
"Well, I'll say it's about something I couldn't say over the phone," Cas improvised.
"And when she asks what that is, you're gonna say what?" Dean pressed him, clearly skeptical.
The angel glared back at Dean with a heavy brow.
"Don't shoot the messenger! Geez!" Dean said, throwing his hands up.
"What if," Sam shrugged, "what if he just tells her the truth?" he suggested.
"What—just show up at her door and when she pulls it open say, 'Hi, I'm in love with you'?" Dean asked.
Sam nodded. "Yeah," he said, smiling. "Why not?"
Dean thought about it momentarily. "It's not the worst idea we've had," he murmured, glancing at the angel.
Cas, however, was beginning to feel sick with nerves. "This is a bad idea," he said, going wide-eyed. He sat heavily down on the nearest chair. "What was I thinking? I can't do this. Even just seeing her I can hardly speak..."
"You can," Sam reassured him. "And you won't regret it, Cas. Trust us."
Cas gulped, still nervously, but looked somewhat reassured.
Dean stood up and laughed gruffly. "Yeah, for some unknown reason, she seems to really like your feathery ass. Makes no sense to me but—" he shrugged and walked out with his empty plate. The angel looked back at the younger Winchester.
"You can do this," Sam said.
Cas took one more deep breath, and with the rustling of his wings, he was gone.
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