"Hey, Cas."
Dean knelt on the ground after finishing a quick round around the perimeter, to make sure there weren't any demons about to jump his ass. There wouldn't be much time to talk to Castiel. He fidgeted uncomfortably, even though he'd been praying to his angel everyday he still felt awkward. Could Cas even hear him? Was he-
No. He refused to consider that.
"Cas, well, I still haven't heard about you yet. I've been interrogating all the sons of bitches I've run across but… no luck yet," the filthy and clearly exhausted man shrugs before continuing, "We've gotta get home, Cas, okay? You and me. We've gotta stick through this mess and… it'd just… it'd be easier if you were with me." His voice lowered so much it was barely audible. Dean looked up at the sky, his face obscure due to the darkness around him. His bright green eyes shone distinctly through the blackness, filled with desperation and confusion.
"Where are you, man? How could you just- you left. Without a word! I expect a goddamn good reason when I find your ass," Dean shook his head, the anger slithering around his lips as he sighed and surrendered, "The truth is that I need you. I need a badass angel to help me put down these demons." He closed his eyes.
"I need you to remind me of home, and keep me fighting."
Far away, Castiel sat curled up against a tree in the fetal position. He beat his hands against his ears and tried to block the man's prays. Cas. Cas, do you hear me? The angel ached to go to Dean and save him, to wrap his arms around him and slaughter every demon in Purgatory.
Cas? Are you okay?