[ When Uriel reaches the SUV, he turns around and leans against the passenger door. He types on his phone for another few seconds before pocketing it, and he watches the silhouette of Dean leaning over Castiel instead of interfering either way, as silent and unmoving as circling vulture.
In the backseat of the Lincoln, Castiel's eyes flutter as he's slapped, and he gradually blinks them open with a grunt of discomfort. Eyes narrowed into thin slits, he blinks at Dean. ]
I'm awake.
[ He mumbles, and struggles to sit up, rolling his head to look around, but his body feels heavy and weighted down. Even lifting his head is a struggle. He's been exhausted before, stayed up for days at a time, but he's never felt quiet so useless, as if there's an ocean of water pressing down on him, hard to move through and equally hard to think through. He has no idea how long he's been out, seconds or hours, but he's pleased to see Dean in front of him, still alive and capable as Castiel remembers him being earlier. ]
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In the backseat of the Lincoln, Castiel's eyes flutter as he's slapped, and he gradually blinks them open with a grunt of discomfort. Eyes narrowed into thin slits, he blinks at Dean. ]
I'm awake.
[ He mumbles, and struggles to sit up, rolling his head to look around, but his body feels heavy and weighted down. Even lifting his head is a struggle. He's been exhausted before, stayed up for days at a time, but he's never felt quiet so useless, as if there's an ocean of water pressing down on him, hard to move through and equally hard to think through. He has no idea how long he's been out, seconds or hours, but he's pleased to see Dean in front of him, still alive and capable as Castiel remembers him being earlier. ]
Are we home?