[ It's been a week and in that time that tendril of power that once barely anchored him inside his vessel stirs with life. It's enough to catch the prayer hurtling through the wind, stopping him short.
Sam.
His head turns up to the sky, listening to the familiar voice. His prayers were always long, ambling before he got to the point. It's familiar. The prayer. Sam. It stirs up memories of the past. Behind him, pools of black stretch wide as if they could take flight. They can't. He doesn't have enough in him to reach him, and even if he could, he has no way of finding him. Not with the sigils still etched into his ribs. With only one option left to him in his current condition, he reaches for his pocket, gripping the Fluid between his palm and slides it out.
It takes him a few minutes to find him. At least, he thinks it's him. It's a guess, but it seems his long explanations finally served a purpose. You answer your messages now. Or rather, one day he would. One day he'd be close to them they wouldn't need to pray. The thought warms a feeling long-dormant, stirring it to life, and he pulls up the contact he's been hovering over. ]
text; un: castiel
Sam.
His head turns up to the sky, listening to the familiar voice. His prayers were always long, ambling before he got to the point. It's familiar. The prayer. Sam. It stirs up memories of the past. Behind him, pools of black stretch wide as if they could take flight. They can't. He doesn't have enough in him to reach him, and even if he could, he has no way of finding him. Not with the sigils still etched into his ribs. With only one option left to him in his current condition, he reaches for his pocket, gripping the Fluid between his palm and slides it out.
It takes him a few minutes to find him. At least, he thinks it's him. It's a guess, but it seems his long explanations finally served a purpose. You answer your messages now. Or rather, one day he would. One day he'd be close to them they wouldn't need to pray. The thought warms a feeling long-dormant, stirring it to life, and he pulls up the contact he's been hovering over. ]
Sam. This is Castiel.
Did you pray to me?