Who: Castiel and Kon What: Taking back Cas' Grace Where: Van Nuys When: Sunday Rating: Lowish
Castiel didn't want his Grace as much as he wanted it. It didn't fit into his new life, the life he was trying and maybe failing to make. It took him back into the chain of command. It made him a target again instead of just a sad piece of Heaven's history. None of that could matter now. He needed it. They needed it. Sam. Dean. His new friends. Most of humanity, come to that but he would have done it for one of them.
With it he wouldn't need to ask Kon to carry him. With it he would be spared most physical pain. With it he wouldn't need to eat (but he would anyway). With it he could cross behind the veil and all the places no one else could go. He could walk in dreams. He could get between. He was no longer fragile. With it they stood a chance.
He found Kon's place, knocked on his door. He hoped it was Kon who answered, feeling a little worried about how Kon's family would react. It wasn't that dangerous a mission, as far as he knew, but then he'd been ambushed in that place before. Who really knew?