[ Normally, Dean would hear the sound of wings beating against the air and find himself face to face with the angel, but these aren't normal times for either of them. Instead, he does some quick calculations in his head involving time, distance, and his own walking speed. ]
I'll be there in an hour.
[ A conservative estimate considering he's across town in search of any object with the aquarian star. He's searched less than a third of the town, a feat that would have taken him seconds if his grace wasn't a sputtering thing too weak to do more than keep him anchored to his vessel. Even with the stabilizing gem pulsing steady and strong beneath his shirt, it doesn't help regenerate his grace any faster, so he's forced to wait.
And walk.
It's been a challenging mode of transportation, but one he's grown accustomed to in the last few days. It's cumbersome and utilizes more energy than expected forcing him to stop and consume the necessary calories to keep going. Hydration has been another issue that he doesn't appreciate. Now, he understands River's hang-up with freshwater and makes a note to deliver it to her on a more constant basis.
With newfound respect for all Sam and Dean accomplished with their limited resources, Castiel finally arrives with some time to spare. Dean could probably spot him, a figure in the distance, beforehand. Remembering the warning of a younger Dean - Did you know there were bear traps all over the place? - he makes sure to slow down near the vicinity of the old house. Eyes fixed on the ground, he makes his way further into the lion's den, mouth set into a firm line, ever diligent of any traps. He knows, if sprung, he won't automatically heal and he doesn't have the time or resources to take care of a wound. So, he practices patience, despite the burning need to reach Dean and find out what's so important he couldn't tell him over the phone. ]
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I'll be there in an hour.
[ A conservative estimate considering he's across town in search of any object with the aquarian star. He's searched less than a third of the town, a feat that would have taken him seconds if his grace wasn't a sputtering thing too weak to do more than keep him anchored to his vessel. Even with the stabilizing gem pulsing steady and strong beneath his shirt, it doesn't help regenerate his grace any faster, so he's forced to wait.
And walk.
It's been a challenging mode of transportation, but one he's grown accustomed to in the last few days. It's cumbersome and utilizes more energy than expected forcing him to stop and consume the necessary calories to keep going. Hydration has been another issue that he doesn't appreciate. Now, he understands River's hang-up with freshwater and makes a note to deliver it to her on a more constant basis.
With newfound respect for all Sam and Dean accomplished with their limited resources, Castiel finally arrives with some time to spare. Dean could probably spot him, a figure in the distance, beforehand. Remembering the warning of a younger Dean - Did you know there were bear traps all over the place? - he makes sure to slow down near the vicinity of the old house. Eyes fixed on the ground, he makes his way further into the lion's den, mouth set into a firm line, ever diligent of any traps. He knows, if sprung, he won't automatically heal and he doesn't have the time or resources to take care of a wound. So, he practices patience, despite the burning need to reach Dean and find out what's so important he couldn't tell him over the phone. ]