Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognise.

Spoilers: Major spoilers up to 7x03, and then some minor ones up to 7x06.

AN: I miss Cas. And I have to believe that he'll come back SOMEHOW, just like I have to believe that Dean WILL end up with Lisa and Ben in the end, memory-loss be damned. Cas'll fix it. Cause Cas'll to come back. He has to.

Summary: No slash, spoilers up to 7x06 to be safe. "Hey Cas. Uh... I know you can't, um... I know you can't hear me. Or maybe you can. I dunno. Either way I just... just wanted to chat, I guess."

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Even When the World's Not Listening

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"Hey Cas. Uh... I know you can't, um... I know you can't hear me. Or maybe you can. I dunno. Either way I just... just wanted to chat, I guess.

So um, I don't know where angels go when they die, but I guess it's not heaven. Obviously you don't go to hell, but, I mean, if it was heaven, you could just walk right back out again, right? So, I dunno if you've got, like, this special angels-only heaven that's different from the one we've got or if you just... go nowhere. That would kinda suck, if we get heaven, and you guys just... stop existing. I hope you've got an angel-heaven, or something, at least.

Um... so, we're on a hunt. Leviathans again. Man, I hate those dicks. They're like, titanium-men or something. They won't freakin' die. Bobby worked out a way though. There's this cleaning solvent; they dissolve if you spray them with it. I tell ya – it's damn satisfying, spraying the bastards until they're just lumpy piles of dried up goo. You know how they say revenge is best-served cold? It's pretty damn good when it's served sizzling too.

Anyway – Sam and I are gonna go tomorrow, clear out a whole nest of them. They're in a local nursing home this time, the bastards.

Sammy's probably gonna start wondering where I am soon. I said I was just getting the bags outta the car, but then I saw the rosary-beads and the holy water, which reminded me of you and... yeah.

I've, uh, I've got your coat. It's... well, it's in pretty bad shape. But, I don't know. I couldn't just toss it out. I guess I'm kinda hopin' you'll pull another Lazarus; come back again. I know it's not likely. Hell – you've already been brought back twice. How many chances does an angel get, anyhow? And I'm guessin' you pissed God off pretty good this time around, so...

Anyway. I've got it. You know – if you do ever come back.

So, um, I guess... I guess I want to apologise. For the whole... yeah. You know. You were doing what you thought was best, and I get that. I've been there. Hell, hasn't everyone? Good intentions; all that.

I just... I wish you'd come to me. I could've helped – found a different way. Some way that didn't end with you being turned into Leviathan-goo. But.. yeah. I'm sorry, for not having your back when you needed me. I should have been there. Maybe all this would have ended differently if I'd been there.

...Yeah. Anyway – I guess I'd better head back in. Sammy'll be wondering what's taking so long, and it'll be a little awkward if he comes out looking for me and finds me talking to empty air.

So um... take it easy, wherever you are. And, thanks. For... you know, everything you tried to do. Everything you did.

So, uh... yeah.

Bye Cas."

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Somewhere, a beaten, bruised, and slowly healing consciousness shifted as a human's words trickled faintly by.

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Bundi.