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thursdays_angel ([personal profile] thursdays_angel) wrote2010-03-23 08:22 pm

2013 -- Camp Chitaqua

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, as does the large bag he’s carrying. 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. Meg. X. Elle. Even Edward. He had never thought he’d see any of them 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 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.