Who: Castiel and Anna What: Facing the Music When: Monday night Where: Anna's tent Warnings: Angst
He told Anna he would come right away and he hadn't meant to lie. He didn't plan to move in the opposite direction, to find a place alone. It was only after he'd arrived at the dark spot a good distance from the camp that he understood fully why he was there. It was difficult to confront his own shame. Castiel had already made many decisions he was less that proud of but standing by while Anna was taken, all that he did after his brothers had "re-educated" him, he didn't miss the cost to others. If Anna was angry and she had every right to be. It was his place now to face her but he would have gone anyway. Anna was important to him. He knew that only made it worse but it meant there was no running. As hard as it was to go he didn't want to stay away.
The two weeks he'd been there and he was still coming to terms with being out of the fight. He didn't trust it but all his attempts to find the power behind it lead nowhere. There was nothing familiar and nothing out of the ordinary. He had been so distracted trying to learn his strange job between trying to work out what was happening, he'd missed Dean's presence. He didn't have his phone but that didn't matter here anyway. There was no signal and, now, no one he need call. He was sure there was more he needed to do than satisfy his customers but his true purpose was yet to be revealed.
When he saw the letter from Anna, though, he started to think about the place a little differently. It wasn't just an interruption. He was, as he sat in the silent dark, starting to see a possible value among the forced servitude and if there was work to be done, so be it.
Castiel rose to his feet and closed the distance between his quite place and the cluster of tents. He found Anna's, stood outside. There was no knocking but he knew he was expected. He lifted the flap and stepped inside, taking a deep breath as he did so.