When he's not near, I can still hear him speak. Silent words that he so wants to say, but never lets himself.
He thinks I'm alive. I've been so far away for so long, and he still thinks I'm alive. Even when Benny gave up hope, he stayed loyal.
And after a while, he assumed that the silent prayers couldn't reach me any longer. When that day came, he began to say things.
It started off small. That he wished I was there. That he wished I could help them. He said even that would be a source of comfort. Just me being there.
Some of the things he says, I don't understand. It may be references to those strange television shows that he watches. Something about a word that starts with f.
The leviathans come and die, but between fights, he's all I listen to. His desperate cries of "Are you still there?" and "I know you're there, you dick. Come back." but he doesn't. He's starting to think I'm gone. Escaped Purgatory. That I'm back on Earth, no way of getting back.
Today, I heard his prayer. A horrible, heart wrenching prayer. The prayer of a promise to stop praying, because there's no one to pray to.
He's planning something, he and Benny. I know they are. All I have to do is stay as far away as possible.
That should be fairly easy, and it would be.
If I was any other angel I would leave him for dead.
But I'm not. I'm Castiel. Sometimes, I think that's not enough.
(Really short, but effective.
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