[ The wind carries his name and he lifts his head up to the sky, black wings shifting behind him, wanting to spread out and take flight. But they stay in place, his grace too low to carry him. ]
I can hear you, Jack.
[ He types instead, answering his prayer in the only way left to him. Direct flight is out of the question and after the incident with the other Castiel, he's afraid of initiating that mode of communication when he knows his true voice can be devastating to others. ]
the bees claimed the gun rage for the winter, Jack can take anything else!
I can hear you, Jack.
[ He types instead, answering his prayer in the only way left to him. Direct flight is out of the question and after the incident with the other Castiel, he's afraid of initiating that mode of communication when he knows his true voice can be devastating to others. ]