A couple hours after his fight with Dean in the crypt, Castiel, angel of the Lord, was on a bus, on his way to nowhere in particular.
He frowned down at the large stone tablet in his possession. He would like to tell himself that getting rid of the rock would make things go back to normal, but it wouldn't; as Dean had said, things hadn't been normal since he'd gotten back from Purgatory.
There was still the matter of Naomi. She had pulled him out of Purgatory, brainwashed him, made him kill Samandriel—and almost Dean, too. As long as she was around, Castiel- and everyone he cared about- would be in danger.
The angel sighed softly, sliding the tablet back into the duffle bag.
I need to take the tablet somewhere safe. But where is safe anymore?
He frowned out the window at the passing scenery.
As the bus rolled down the road, further down the winding highway, a thought dawned on him. It is safest with me. So why not keep it with me? His face hardened as he came up with his plan. I can't do it here. I need to go somewhere more private.
As the bus rolled up to a stop an hour later, Castiel stepped off, ready to put his plan into action.
AN: For those of you who don't understand, the "plan" Castiel is thinking of is to put the Angel tablet inside of him.
Also, this was just a quick piece of work; if you would like to see a longer, revised version of this, just let me know.
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