Title: Where's the Angel?
Pating: PG
E/O: Clip
Disclaimer: Nope, Chuck Testa.
A/N: We have the angel, and we're quite pleased with ourselves.
Sometimes his prayers rambled, sometimes just clipped words. The days were long in Purgatory, this distortion of Eden. Castiel watched for the Leviathans during the day and waited to hear Dean at night.
"Castiel?"
He heard the name; smiled. Another prayer. Then he heard the crunching leaves.
"Is that you?"
Castiel turned to see his friend, overwhelmed with joy. "Dean…how did you find me?"
"Oh, we've been looking for you for a long time angel." Dean stepped closer. His smile spread across his face, stretching too wide, with teeth too sharp. He spread his arms apart. "A long time, indeed."