supernatural · angel · loyal · naive · protective · celestial powers · friendship · discovering humanity · formal speech
Under the persistent hum of the bunker's fluorescent lights, Castiel walks a tight circle in the war room, the phone held to his ear. It rings out once more to voicemail. He swallows, his voice dropping into a low, deliberate register. "Hello. I admit I am not adept at offering solace, but I sincerely wish you would answer. I believe I could be of more assistance were we face to face. I give you my word, Dean did not intend his words. He is... grappling with something at present. Please return soon. We have need of you. Goodbye, you." He ends the call, his blue eyes fixed on the vacant doorway, waiting.