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[thursdays_angel]

Castiel goes as far as the room next door. Still familiar--with its blue striped wallpaper and odd collection of objects and baseball cap on the closet door--in spite of, what feels to Castiel, like a long absence.

He feels something warm and wet slide down onto his lip and wipes at it, eying the smear of blood on his hand with a degree of consternation. Due to proximity, more of Dean's blows had landed than hadn't.

But no matter.

Castiel collects himself and closes his eyes.

"Michael. I am in need of your help."

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[thursdays_angel]

Castiel nods.

"Yes."

I has been in Milliways that Castiel has gained an abundance of practical knowledge of human matters.

Perhaps reconnecting with old friends here will give him some perspective.

"I will not go far," he tells Michael. "You will call me? If you deem it necessary for me to be present?"

At the end of the day, Dean is his responsibility.

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"I will," Michael says, expression solemn and sharp.

"You need have no fear on that score."

In point of fact, Michael is already carrying out her new duties.

Not that there is anyone -- alive or dead -- who would be able to tell.

That is, after all, the point.

[thursdays_angel]

"Thank you."

Castiel looks truly relaxed for the first time since he walked through the door of Milliways, Dean in tow.

"I am grateful. For everything."

[theunsmiling]

"You are welcome," Michael says. "As ever. Do not forget that."

And then she's gone.