The long grass is wet against his trousers, soaking through, but the cold has never bothered him. He values the peace and quiet that comes from being out here over any physical discomfort, anyway. It makes it easier to focus when he bows his head to pray. It’s been getting harder. He doesn’t want to admit it to himself, but the blind faith that has carried him here is slipping away. How could it not, when his Father won’t even look at him?
He’s been wandering the earth for a long time, now.
He considers, as the sky darkens and the birds settle in for night, that he may have done something wrong. That his orders, filtering down from his brothers, had gone against his Father’s wishes in some way, and that, even now, if he tries to go back, one day it will be impossible. The human heart in his vessel beats faster and Castiel feels like he’s choking.
“Hey, Cas!”
He turns his head toward the road. Dean is climbing over the bushes and weeds that strangle the curb, exasperated.
“Why are you standing out here all by yourself? Come on. I fixed my baby, so we get on to Ellen’s now.”
Castiel blinks and then nods. He lets Dean take his arm and pull him toward the Impala even though he could get them both there faster, lingering on the warmth in Dean’s palm. “This party is to celebrate the birth of the Son, right?” he asks, as Dean pushes him down into the passenger seat.
“Yeah, I guess,” he replies, climbing behind the wheel. “But you’re fine as you are. Not like anyone’ll be wearing a suit at this thing.” He starts up the car, drowning out the night with loud music that has become familiar to Castiel.
Overhead, a flock of geese makes an arrow pointing to the future.
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Date: 2012-02-14 01:05 pm (UTC)He’s been wandering the earth for a long time, now.
He considers, as the sky darkens and the birds settle in for night, that he may have done something wrong. That his orders, filtering down from his brothers, had gone against his Father’s wishes in some way, and that, even now, if he tries to go back, one day it will be impossible. The human heart in his vessel beats faster and Castiel feels like he’s choking.
“Hey, Cas!”
He turns his head toward the road. Dean is climbing over the bushes and weeds that strangle the curb, exasperated.
“Why are you standing out here all by yourself? Come on. I fixed my baby, so we get on to Ellen’s now.”
Castiel blinks and then nods. He lets Dean take his arm and pull him toward the Impala even though he could get them both there faster, lingering on the warmth in Dean’s palm. “This party is to celebrate the birth of the Son, right?” he asks, as Dean pushes him down into the passenger seat.
“Yeah, I guess,” he replies, climbing behind the wheel. “But you’re fine as you are. Not like anyone’ll be wearing a suit at this thing.” He starts up the car, drowning out the night with loud music that has become familiar to Castiel.
Overhead, a flock of geese makes an arrow pointing to the future.