Castiel turns and nods, offering an aborted wave before flying over, not wanting to bother trudging through the thick snow. He makes sure to use just enough grace to protect his clothes, not wanting to incur Dean's wrath for their dry cleaning bill.
"This place is wrong," Castiel thinks, narrowing his eyes at Derek's chosen form.
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Date: 2015-01-07 01:26 am (UTC)"This place is wrong," Castiel thinks, narrowing his eyes at Derek's chosen form.