You sat alone in your motel room, out on a hunt by yourself, away from Sam and Dean for once. You idly turned the pages of a book as the moonlight shown through the window. It was a quiet night, usually you relished in solitude, the peaceful air of having some time to yourself, but tonight was different. You found yourself longing for some company. Hunting didn’t allow for traditional relationships so you hadn’t had a connection like that in so long, a love of your own.

As your mind wandered you unknowingly sent a prayer. A prayer for someone you really could care for. Wishing for someone you could hold in your arms. A certain angel catching wind of your silent pleas. You hear a quiet flapping of wings behind you, you turn, seeing your friend Castiel appear before you. The dim lighting illuminating his features as he stepped forward.

“You called?” He says, his expression softer than usual in an attempt to be comforting.