Castiel had fled from their hotel room early that morning, very early. Before the sun hit the horizon to go to a small store on the other end of town that might hold clothes for him that weren't just t-shirts and old torn apart jeans that belonged to Dean. As much as he did enjoy having his scent with him everywhere he went.

He was gone until noon. ( Read more... )

( scatterbrained post is scatterbrained. )

( all my dreams, pass before my eyes of curiosity. )