~Castiel~
The Angel nodded again, "Of course, Sam. Should you need my assistance for anything, at anytime.." he trailed, knowing that Sam knew of how the process worked, "I will be available." His hand held a tight grip on his cell phone, one that he didn't understand until this point in their conversation. Castiel realized that, while he knew the younger Winchester was faring well, Dean hadn't had the opportunity. In fact, it was partly why they were escaping to find a place of peace. "Sam, uhh.." Cas' eyes moved to view the bottom of his trench coat, "I will keep my promise to you, but if you could update Dean on your well-being.."
Galaeron
He smirked at her words, the only thing that kept the dam within him from breaking under the pressure, "Oh, doll, I'm just the court jester performing for you and the little worm," he mumbled after she left the room with the kid. He took the moment of silence and utter aloneness to truly contemplate what it'd feel like without her, and after a moment, he could only think of one word:
lost. He barely heard her reenter the room, as his mind was still overworking with ideas, the future, and the girl he never thought he'd know of again. He jumped slightly when her words broke through his haze, causing a few tears to crash to the floor. "I don't want him, Sam. There's a thousand, no, a
billion people out there who would want to love him. He isn't mine, isn't
ours. Don't you see?" He looked as broken as he sounded as his arms brought her closer to him with as much force as a human male could manage, "I am weak, Sam. My memories only confirm that, doll.. but you?" Tears erupted from his eyes, now rimmed read and rendered puffy, but he didn't care how he looked now. Not when he wasn't sure if he'd ever see the Angel again, "Samael, beautiful, you're the strongest girl I know," he kissed the top of her head, sighing when he felt her burrow into him, "So don't give me that.
Stay," he pleaded,
begged, even. It was so out of character for him, so against everything he ever believed in or worked towards, but he didn't care. He wanted her,
needed her, "I don't want to be safe, I don't care how short or long my life is," he spoke through gentle sobs, "I want you. Till my dying day, doll.. I want
you." His fingers found their way into her locks, brushing away the hair from her face with the painful thought that everything he was doing here, with his true love, would be for the last time.