Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole: To the hotel
Sam finished sending his text to Cas before attempting to ascertain his location. Without too much trouble he managed to procure himself directions to the hotel he was currently staying in, thanks to the bored cashier at whatever tourist shop he’d wandered into.
It was…
Cas appeared in the hotel room shortly after receiving Sam’s text. After he had left Holmes’ flat. He didn’t want to admit it but Holmes had gotten to him, making him think he was not doing all he could. What was worse was Holmes was not incorrect in his statement. He could be doing more and would.
“Thank you for meeting me here.” Cas spoke up.
