Tuktu Weir sacrifices must be made

Rowan seemed ageless in a way that Cas didn't understand. she was young, pretty, even, though he didn't allow himself the guilty pleasure of thinking about that -- for several reasons. but her bearing was that of an older wolfess, one who had seen much. it was something he had pondered several times. to her inquiry he shook his head grimly, tail lashing behind him once.

"nothing. but i'm going after them soon. i may not be here when they're born, but ... Indy and Laur need me, Ro," Cas muttered, searching her eyes with his own.