WHO: Anna Milton and Castiel WHAT: Meeting up WHEN: Backdated to shortly after Castiel's arrival WHERE: Outside the mansion WARNING: Tbd
Whether he was dead or alive, Castiel hardly believed the fact that it was truly Anna speaking to him. He'd seen what had become of her and Dean had later relayed to him the most crucial part of information months ago. There was nothing much to say - for Dean, "Anna's dead" was all that he seemed to need to hear.
Why that hadn't been satisfying, Castiel hadn't stopped to consider much. There had been no time for it and he was more consumed by the pressing need to keep his friend from breaking beneath the immense pressure the Apocalypse was pushing upon him. Now he didn't even know if he'd managed to succeed in that.
He just knew that he still didn't wish to watch Dean fail and that he'd sacrificed his Grace if not his existence to do so. At the moment, waiting for Anna was a comfort even if she turned out to be something she wasn't. If he wasn't dead already, then there was a chance she would come to see to it that he didn't exist beyond a few minutes longer. Truthfully, it didn't scare him. If he was indeed mortal, then he didn't know if he wanted to exist as one.