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Newport.  Population: five thousand.  Costal town.

There is nothing here; that’s what Dean keeps telling Castiel.  Every time he does, he gets a smile in return, or a soft kiss on the lips.  

“All the more reason to prove you wrong.”  Castiel says.

Dean searches with him because there is nothing else to do.  He sleeps in feilds, and takes pictures of the sky, and tunes in to frequency stations waiting for a sign.  He lets Castiel tape pictures of saucers to the windows of the Impala.  He starts watching X-Files.  He remains completely still when Castiel falls asleep on his shoulder after one too many hours staring at the clouds.

It’s all fun and games, until they find something.