He'd arrived in Ashdown and found his way to Rylan's house. The very next morning, he'd been attacked by a crazed werewolf and almost disemboweled by metals claws. After which Ry had returned, furious, demanded he clean the blood off the floor, and stormed off.
Cas would've waited for Rylan to return, but a decade of friendship had taught him better than that. They'd never had any sort of argument that left each other angry overnight, and he had no reason to think that this was any different. They'd sleep it off, but better they leave each other at peace until they'd both cooled off.
As it was, Cas decided, now would be a great time for a drink. He felt more than a little bruised and bloodied as he left the house and shut the door behind him with a resolute click. Nothing he hadn't been able to patch up, and he'd held an ice pack to his face for a few hours to try to minimize the swelling, but still. A stiff drink or four would help dull the quiet pain and, honestly, the curious confusion that bubbled inside him.
Who was the werewolf, anyway? And why had he attacked?
He was still lost in thought when he walked past Whine and Dine. His body acted almost on its own, catching sight of drinks in the window and turning to pull the door open. And he'd stepped through it before he could stop to think twice, which was just fine.
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