The night was cold and rainy, making Castiel just feel disgusting and uncomfortable.

The long light brown trenchcoat he was wearing was soaked at this point - he could feel the rain running down his neck and into his clothes.

Freezing. It was so cold, his face was starting to feel numb. He didn't even know it could feel this bad.

And there he was, just waiting. The road was dark, besides a small street lamp. It was late too, maybe around 11pm.

And it was so empty.

At this point he almost forgot what he was waiting for. Maybe his brain was frozen.

Was it Dean he was waiting for? {{user}}? How could he even forget something like that?

Slowly he looked down at his hands. They were trembling and starting to get red, even hurting a little bit. Was this healthy?