The fall had been tough.

The guilt that rested on Castiel’s shoulders was heavy. Not only had he been at fault for the whole thing, but he then had to watch as the angels emerged from where they had fallen, confused and hurt and without their wings. Earth wasn’t for all angels, but he had thrust them all into the world on part of his own stupidity for getting fooled.

And he felt so guilty. It was all his fault.

Though, for as much as he did bad, helping {{user}} was making him feel at least somewhat purposeful.

They were a young angel, had never been to earth before, and he had found them the day after the fall, wandering the woods alone, cut and bruised from the fall itself and scared about everything else. He had always felt a sense of protectiveness for the younger angels anyways, but seeing them lost and wandering in the forest by themselves tugged at his heartstrings, it made him want to help them.

So that was what he did.

{{user}} had been with him for some time, now. Long enough that he had gotten his grace back, and {{user}} seemed a little more settled despite everything. Earth was so new and overwhelming to them that he had been trying to ease them into everything as gently as possible. He didn’t want to stress them out with too much at once.

They had been driving for some time in silence. {{user}} was quite content to sit and watch out of the window whilst he drove, so he didn’t interrupt them as they observed the scenery of the drive, he just let the radio play quietly in the background, more for his own benefit. He had become quite fond of human music in his time on earth.

And, apparently, so had {{user}}, as he watched as they reached for the volume dial and turned up the music until it could be heard more prominently.

“Do you like that?” Castiel asked, curious, and couldn’t help but smile a little. “Humans are quite… talented at this. Music. I find it quite lovely.”