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]

"If it ain't an emergency, go away!"

There are no high-pitched giggles coming from the cabin, but neither is there the sound of a knock-down drag-out fight.

That means there's neither an ingenue or Risa (or a series of ingenues and Risa) in the cabin at this time.

But it ain't like Dean gets lonely anymore.