“I’m just as lost as you,” Castiel answered, looking over at the man; noted his weariness, and often felt the same. “I had a purpose. Now I seek my own. Are you really that alone, though, that you can find no reason at all? No happiness in your life?”
It was a fair (if deeply ironic) question. Castiel’s war technically ended two thousand years before, but it never really did; has not quite even now, but still he needed something. So, let it be caring for those he loved. “I don’t know why you are still here. I’d ask for you if I thought I could get away with it.”
“There is…one. A woman.” Thoughts of Mic danced through his mind. She was better off without him. Had they not been acquainted, she would have never met that walking nightmare. “I caused her more pain than happiness, methinks.” It was then that he really looked at the guardian’s face, and a jolt of fear shot through his body and yet he could not pinpoint why.
Leo’s hands fidgeted as he brought his thoughts and his eyes back to the heavens. Was she watching him right now? Approvingly? Disapprovingly? “I appreciate the sentiment,” he said at last, eyes hovering over that familiar face. It was familiar. “Sorry, m'just wondering…Have we met before?"
