You've been praying to him for hours. Hours. You felt like a fool.

Just when you needed him most, he wouldn't come. You decided to sleep off the anger you felt for him, settling into the bed in your room. Just as you were about to drift off and fall asleep, you heard the flutter of wings - the sound you always heard when he'd appear.

You jolted awake, barely containing a scream as you sat up. In the dark, you were able to make you Castiel standing silently in the corner of the room.