“It does. Make sense, I mean; I often feel the same.” Castiel had exactly no idea that the man whom he was speaking to had been the one who crisped the Leviathan; pure happenstance to run across him, unawares, but he was currently between his two jobs and happened to hear the man contemplate almost like a prayer.
He sat down and rested his elbows on his knees. “I think, though, if you can find a purpose — even if not the one you originally had — you would be all right.”
There was a celestial resonance thrumming off the man who had just sat next to him. He was too caught up in the humming of his mind to really partake in any aura screenings of the area. A bloodthirsty vampire could have sprinted in front of him and he would not have noticed. So–Guardian–or more commonly deemed–angel.
"I’ve tried more than I care to speak on, especially to something like you.“ He did not say it bitterly or angrily, but more like stating a fact. "I’ve survived the worst, but I wish I did not have to. My life should have ended centuries ago.” He looked down on his hands. “Hekate must not want me, does she? I know your alliances lie with another god now, but…Could you…I-I don’t know what I’m trying to say."
