~Castiel~
"I know, Dean," he smiled. His fingers turned restless, and they soon were tracing patterns again on the male's back. "He understandably needs time alone. Especially with Igrid," he leaned back into Dean's pillow, "He surely would lose his sanity if he stayed much longer without such a break." Castiel tried to reason with Dean, but finally turned soft and comforting, "He will be fine, I assure you. He will pray to me should trouble arise."











