It was a case gone wrong. Sam and Dean hadn’t invited Castiel on a hunting trip since. They left him to “do research”— just putting him on the bench. So, he did what he does: and went anyway.

Except, it went wrong, again.

Castiel isn’t a fan of technology when it doesn’t work. He’d mixed up the GPS too many times: this time included. He ended up at a Catholic Church and went in wings ready and all.

Angel blade in hand, he burst through the doors— the shadow of his wings projected on the walls of the dimly lit church— lightning and thunder shining outside.

“You-!!”

His gaze lands on a deacon hunched over a pew praying, directing his blade towards the man.