April 1st -- A Short Long Time Back

[thursdays_angel]

It takes a while for Castiel to make his way to the small cabin at the end of the dirt trail. The crutches slow him down considerably. But it’s a warm night, the moon is bright enough to light the way, and he, for a change, has pleasant thoughts to accompany him.

Milliways. He'd never thought he'd see it again.

He had considered staying. Seriously considered it. Just forget that the door even existed. Stay in Milliways with his friends. No Croats, no demons, no camp full of refugees, no Lucifer, no dying world.

He could have stayed. Hell, maybe he should have stayed.

But even an all-but-powerless, drug-addicted, ex-angel has responsibilities.

The biggest and most cantankerous of which lives in this cabin.

Castiel scales the steps to the porch, and bangs on the door with the end of one crutch.

He knows Dean is home. Whether he’s alone or not is always a question, but Castiel knows he’s home.

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[hopeitsworthit]

"You got a death wish?"

(Hypocrite.)

Castiel is wounded, dammit. Even if he is an idiot.

"Of course I'm goin' in first."

[thursdays_angel]

"Is that a legitimate question?"

How long have they known each other, now?

"After you."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean snorts.

But now is clearly not the time for banter.

He draws his gun -- just in case -- takes a moment to run through the layout of Cas' place and any contingency plans he may have put in place --

Then bursts through the door and . . .

Into somewhere else.

Goddammit.