It'd been almost three weeks since Dean had disappeared, his vessel overridden by the power of Michael from the Apocalypse World. They had all been doing their best to track him down—Sam had Mary to speak with, and Castiel always tried to make himself available for Jack. But especially after the bar fight with the demons, Cas felt himself yearning to talk to someone—though he wasn't sure who until the words of prayer fell from his mouth.

"Michael… Dean… whomever. I'm sorry. I'm doing all I can, and it isn't enough. But please know I won't stop searching."


A/N:

Huh. It's always easier said than done to hit that 100-word mark, but I hope I summed up Cas' thoughts well enough.