[ Heaven is in chaos, the angels at war with one another, and Castiel is doing everything that he can, but it's still not enough. He's tired, worn in ways that no angel should ever experience, and he wonders for a moment what it might be like to stop, to shut down, to sleep as he's seen Sam and Dean do so often. Even Dean can appear at peace in sleep, occasionally, when he does opt for rest.
But he can't stop, clearing up one mess after another and still seeming to get no where. The thing is, though, that he can't remain there and look the other way when he hears Sam summoning him. He's been splitting his attention between the job at hand and keeping tabs on the Winchesters, and it's not enough.
The angel appears to the side of Sam, standing stiff and awkward, because what else can he do? It's wrong, and he's needed elsewhere, but he can't lose the one person who gave him so much. ] Sam.
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But he can't stop, clearing up one mess after another and still seeming to get no where. The thing is, though, that he can't remain there and look the other way when he hears Sam summoning him. He's been splitting his attention between the job at hand and keeping tabs on the Winchesters, and it's not enough.
The angel appears to the side of Sam, standing stiff and awkward, because what else can he do? It's wrong, and he's needed elsewhere, but he can't lose the one person who gave him so much. ] Sam.