There was a piece of paper in Castiel's trench coat's pocket.
Everything was a mess. Castiel stood still and stared at the sun setting below the horizont. The sky was a mix of violet, pink and purple with a hint of golden orange and yellow. The darkness was gradually taking over and it made Castiel feel a bit at ease.
He turned around and thought about going home. He was at a beach that belonged to a little town in Greece. The town was small, with little alleyways and white, small houses. He felt like he was there alone, everyone of the town's occupants were asleep.
He took a deep breath and stuck his hands in his coat's pockets. Then he felt something in his right pocket. He took the delicate piece of paper out of his pocket and was a bit confused. Why was it there?
The piece of paper was neatly folded and he could see there was writing on it. He carefully opened it, and looked at the handwriting. The messy crowfeets made him smile. Dean.
'I can't touch you, for my blood covered hands only bring pain.
I can't touch you, I could leave a stain.
You can't get blood off from white, bright things.
I am a man.
I am a hunter.
But for you, I crave to be human.'
Castiel read the note over and over again. He couldn't shake off the feelings of sorrow, anger and…. The infamous L-word ( He could almost hear Dean's voice say 'lesbians?' in the back of his mind ).
He shook his head and let out a small, tired laugh. It was time to go home.
