A/N: Prompt: Wish fulfillment
Struggling to find warmth, Castiel pulled his meager jacket tighter and burrowed himself closer to the tree he was trying to sleep against. A strong breeze above waged war against the few remaining leaves on the branches too stubborn to realize it needed to start hibernating for the coming cold.
Winter was approaching, he knew. Before, as an angel, coldness didn't matter. But now…
Desperate for comfort - and for sleep - Castiel raised his eyes to the clear night sky, before returning his gaze, defeated, back to his now human body. There was no need to pray. Even if anyone could hear him, no one would listen.