[ Dean's doing a musical. Dean's never missed a rehearsal for the musical he's doing. It's such a strange statement of fact and spoken so casually that Castiel is momently caught off-guard. His eyes narrow and his mouth drops open slightly in confusion, until the question reminds him. No, Dean is not okay. The cup of hot tea is very warm in his hands. Castiel looks down at it. If he were actually a great spirit, he would look very disappointingly human in this moment. ]
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No, he's— He was killed.