A/N: Prompt: Stranded
As Dean shut the door behind him, the recent comfort of safety disappeared entirely. Turning toward the road, a sense of fear washed over Castiel. What would he do? Where would he go? At least before, he'd had a goal: make it to the bunker. Now, he had nothing. If danger came - which the angel knew would be sooner rather than later - this time his friends wouldn't be looking for him. Pulling his meager sweatshirt closer, Cas shook off the despair threatening to overwhelm him.
Starting the long journey away from everything he knew, the fallen angel struggled to gather his shattered faith and convince himself that he could do it alone.