Contrary to your finishing statement, you were immediately forced to sit back down. In the bunker.

Grounded, would be an appropriate term.

Grounded to stay inside this stupid bunker.

Had you forgotten to mention that the grocery trip you took Cas on had ended with demons surrounding the two of you, and Cas single handedly fighting a way out of that situation. It was a violent and brutal mess of blood and bodies, and in the end, his entire arm stopped working. For a full day. Courtesy of one of them having an angel blade that hit him in the joint of his shoulder.

Yeah- so maybe they had good reason to ground you.

But it was so unfathomably boring sitting cramped up in your room with nothing but the shutter of your box fan and the hum of the ventilation.

Your laptop momentarily distracted you, but the moment you realized three hours had passed and you had done nothing but watch cat videos- you decided you'd had enough internet for the day, instead plopping back onto your bed and staring at the ceiling.

The ceiling was the only clean thing in your room- no piles of dirty clothes, no papers, or knick knacks, or even any drawings.

'I could change that.' You had thought. Staring endlessly into the blankness of it. You layed there, feeling seconds tick past, until second had become minutes, and minutes had become hours.

You watched with uttermost concentration as a spider built her web, each intricate spindle of string layering itself into a piece of art.

You wished you could do that too. Make art from nothing.

With a battered feeling of resignation, you closed your eyes, finally relenting to the feeling of sleep you had been denying.

Like being spun, the world flipped from your room, to the sky. The feeling of dropping settling in your stomach as your whole body spun in place until you hit something.

Your eyes gently opened, back pressed against a moving mass of light and heat. The sight you took in was of the night and day, colliding together to form one singular sky. One outstretched horizon, never ending, and vacant of any clouds.

The ground below you was nothing other then the feeling of fur, velvety and soft beneath even your most tender touch. The fur was long, a mass of silk that tumbled over your shoulders, and buried you in its warm.

Like eating Thanksgiving, and hugging afterwards.

Sitting up, and pushing the locks of fur off of your head, you took in even more, the outstretched wings colored with the coal of a used fireplace, so inky and dark that they made the night sky look bright.

The eyes that you very well knew were on those broadest part of those wings were shut. At peace. Not needed, because this moment in time was far too comforting to ever need more eyes.

Past the wings lay the built back joints of the beast you lay on, hips swaying with the air current that whipped past your face, sending your hair spiraling forward. Clawed paws positioned themselves beside its long rudder like tail, balancing the flight of his massive body and steadying the beating of his wings.

You sat, tenderly perched in the mane of this beast, wind rushing past you in a chilled breeze.

Goosebumps traveled up your arms as you began to climb its neck, finding it hard not to stop and bury yourself within its jungle of silky tendrils.

When you reached its head, you plopped down onto your stomach, laying contentedly in the warmth of the creature, the two heads beside you didn't bother to glance, simply keeping their numerous eyes forwards- steadied on the never ending horizon, just as the horizon was steadied on it.

You sat there for the longest time, simply taking in the sights of the moving and merging sky- the fur, and wings, and all the grace and light that followed behind the creatures movement.

After sitting there for the what felt like hours, the creature spoke, voice echoing from the sky around you.

Your bones shook, and your muscles jiggled as you let yourself continue to limply drape yourself atop its head.

"You haven't been sleeping often."

The voice was that of a thousand church bells ringing, blaring out their stark and merry noises.

But to your ears, the voice was that of your friend, Castiel, always so gruff and grumbly sounding.

You didn't reply to him, instead choosing to continue basking in the feeling of contentment.

"I was beginning to get worried." He spoke again, several eyes on the beast's head finally turning to acknowledge you.

Squeezing the last bit of silence you could out of the moment, you finally relented, not bothering to look into his eyes, "I've got a lot on my mind."

He hummed, a thought processing humm, one that people use when they take in information.

"I can listen."

Did you want him to know what you were thinking? Did you want the frustration that was gathering in your soul to seep into a calm conversation?

Decidedly, no. You didn't.

"Just having you here is comfort enough. I'd like to rest."
Castiel said nothing at this, heavy wings slowly beating the wind as he flew.

His feathers curled with stopping motion, strong gales forming from the force of his push.

You blinked as the wind hit your face- eyes opening to an entirely different world.

The sky was red- oranges and pinks streaking their way across the clouds, and stars blinking about with a sure confidence. The moon appeared rather close, as even you could pick out the craters and shadows that flickered across its surface.

Castiel stood upon ground, hand like front paws pressed against the rocky platform he had landed at. His wings stretched one last time to their full height, before they folded back up against his lean back.

You knew the ritual well, squeezing a few strong tuffs of fur between your palms in preparation for the drop.

A bend in his back legs first, before he let himself slip to the ground, draping himself along the rocky surface like a carpet of silk.

He rested his three mighty head's upon the ground, and you took the opportunity to slide off of him, touching down on the ground and immediately burying yourself into the fur of his neck.
The usual ritual.

No words spoken, yet all of them wishing to be said.

The relationship you had with Cas was a strange one. The fact that you can handle seeing his true form being an almost instant click with him.

He was more comfortable in this form. More confident. And anytime you had the pleasure of talking to him from inside his vessel- he would be contrastly and decidedly more gruff and withdrawn.

You liked to believe that talking to him when he was in his true form made him accustomed to your presence.

"So- where are you right now?" You questioned.

"In the back of Dean's car."

"Hah- course you are."

It fell silent again, before Castiel spoke with a tone of concern, "I don't think hunting down every primordial being we possibly know of is a good solution to your problem."

Humming, you buried yourself further into the velvety smoothness of his fur, "Yeah. Me neither."

"Should I voice this to the brothers?" Castiel shifted from where he lay, letting his back legs stretch to the side of him.

"Not right now. You'd have to leave if you did." You ran your thumb along each of the strands, marveling at them despite seeing them a numerous amounts of times, "Maybe later though."

Cas hummed again, "Hmm." He huffed- a mild amount of amusement finding it's way into the breath of air, "Later indeed."
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