(no subject)
It is time.
It comes as no surprise to Castiel that Dean has quickly grown impatient, wanting answers. Wanting to understand why he had been brought back from Hell. Answers that Castiel had not been able to give to him in a small patch of decimated forest in Illinois.
Logistics had had to be seen to. A vessel claimed. And, well, Heaven operates on its own timetable.
Dean will learn that soon enough.
Castiel contemplates the barn, standing at the far edge of the empty field. He can feel the faint itch of protective magic, a wise if unnecessary precaution. No demon will trouble this place tonight. It does, however, give him pause from simply appearing within the building. How many times has he been told? It unnerves people to be snuck up upon? A valuable lesson to remember in a time like this, when there is trust to be gained.
So Castiel lets his wings carry him across the field slower than he otherwise might, to the bare patch of dry earth before the doors. He pushes them open and walks inside.
It comes as no surprise to Castiel that Dean has quickly grown impatient, wanting answers. Wanting to understand why he had been brought back from Hell. Answers that Castiel had not been able to give to him in a small patch of decimated forest in Illinois.
Logistics had had to be seen to. A vessel claimed. And, well, Heaven operates on its own timetable.
Dean will learn that soon enough.
Castiel contemplates the barn, standing at the far edge of the empty field. He can feel the faint itch of protective magic, a wise if unnecessary precaution. No demon will trouble this place tonight. It does, however, give him pause from simply appearing within the building. How many times has he been told? It unnerves people to be snuck up upon? A valuable lesson to remember in a time like this, when there is trust to be gained.
So Castiel lets his wings carry him across the field slower than he otherwise might, to the bare patch of dry earth before the doors. He pushes them open and walks inside.