The impala roars through the endless darkness, Cas' head was whirling from everything that had just happened. They were no closer to finding a cure for Dean, but neither him nor Sam were willing to give up. Speaking of Sam, he hasn't mentioned the kiss, his face seemed to be set in a permanent scowl. Castiel wished desperately that he had some sage words of advice or hope for the ever faithful brother. Gazing steadily at the road ahead of them, his thoughts drifted back to the kiss. He could almost feel the softness of Dean's touch, the stench of sulfur, and electricity of his touch. These human emotions were so exhausting, thoughts and memories of Dean plague his mind, he knew without a doubt that he was not the only one. Sam is just as worried about him. The heaviness in Castiel's chest shifts to the base of his throat, tears sting his eyes, as he desperately wishes there was something they could do. I am an angel of the lord, one of the most powerful beings in existence, there must be something we can do. He wipes away a stray tear,as an idea hits him suddenly, speaking slowly, "I'm going to find God."
Sam screeches to a halt, looking at Cas, "Is that even possible? You said it yourself that he's a dead beat dad. And if I know anything about life, it's dead beat dads." Cas meets his eyes and said sternly, "You're father did what he thought was best for you two." Sam fight the urge to scream at the angel, "You're impossible, you know that?! You're just as bad as Dean. The man was not a saint, he wasn't even fit to be a father, what is so hard to understand about that?!" His breathing is ragged, as he realizes he is alone. "Cas! I didn't mean to yell at you, please.." he sets his head on the steering wheel, as the tears stream down his face, "Don't leave me alone."