Who: Castiel and Jo When: 4pm Just after this Where: The great outdoors. What: A talk about dreams and booze. Rating: TBD Status: Complete
Cas had many reasons to insist on taking Jo for that walk. Partly for him, mostly for her and Dean. He knew their male lover was having a hard time dealing with his addiction, he didn't need to be taking that on board for both of them. He also knew Jo was having bad dreams. Very bad dream. He wasn't going to leave her too them no matter how much she denied them. You just can't fake the bruises he had on his shins from her kicking them. His own dreams were enough to charge him with understanding. He got it. The fact he didn't talk about his either, well, that was easy to brush aside.
He tapped on her door and worked it open, not really giving her a chance to ignore his presence, if she decided that was the path she wanted to take. There was also a certain amount of enthusiasm guiding him. He loved her, he wanted to see her at any given moment. He rarely waited long at the door. He was wearing the heavy coat they brought him back from the city to keep out the cold but he was walking and he meant for her to join him. "Angel service. Special delivery," he called cheerfully into the low light. "Come get it."