( Castiel doesn't answer and Sam doesn't blame him. Whatever is going on with the other Dean, with the other distrustful Castiel, and the Sam he'd sent him straight toward. As he gives up hope, his Fluid lights up and vibrates in his pocket.
No.
Except, yes. This is Castiel. One of the Castiels.
Using both hands, he types a message back. )
I tried. Is this place grounding you? Has it impeded your grace?
( Are you from one of the times you had less, borrowed, or no grace? He doesn't ask that. That's not a question you just text. But, hand curling around the phone, he can let out an exhale of relief. He's made contact. )
text; un: alto reed
No.
Except, yes. This is Castiel. One of the Castiels.
Using both hands, he types a message back. )
I tried. Is this place grounding you? Has it impeded your grace?
( Are you from one of the times you had less, borrowed, or no grace? He doesn't ask that. That's not a question you just text. But, hand curling around the phone, he can let out an exhale of relief. He's made contact. )