“Hey, Cas, we found this bunker thing, and it’s really cool, man. You should see it. Pop in sometime, okay? It’s been a while.”

“You could even get your own room. There’s plenty of them. Or maybe… Nah. You wouldn’t want that.”

“Castiel who art… I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing man. Call back or something. I mean, jeez, what the fuck even happened last time? You’re back in heaven or something? They aren’t forbidding you seeing me, are they?”

“Sam’s been tearing through the library like a fat girl at a chocolate store. I think you’d really like it. Just the way his face lit up when he saw it… you just had to be there.”

“Kevin’s with us now. He’s still having a bitch of a time reading the tablet. Garth is here, too. He’s worse than Sam about getting me to be all touch-y feel-y. If he wasn’t a hunter, he could probably be a psychiatrist or an interrogator.”

“Listen, Cas… I’m getting worried here, man. Where’ve you been?”

“Cas, this isn’t funny. I’m worried sick. I told you-“

“Is this another deal like in Purgatory? Is there some big bad out for our asses? ‘Cause I told you that ain’t happening again. You don’t just go fluttering off if you think it’s the best thing for me, for us. That’s just not right.”

“Cas, I-”

“Cas, get your goddamn ass down here. I fucking miss you, alright? Need to make sure you’re okay. You’re my… you’re my best friend. Sometimes more than that. I just need to know your wings are intact, okay?”