The Sentinels A long journey

Just beyond the border was a small clearing that Castiel had started to rest in. It was no den, certainly not, but he lead Winchester to it all the same and motioned for him to lay down. Castiel was slow and methodical as he started to clean the other male's wounds, sighing softly with his words. It was hard to understand and even harder for him to process considering everything that had happened. 

Still, the stubborn, perhaps foolish part of him that wanted to trust in Winchester - there was the part of him that always would. It was the part of him that couldn't help himself, his affections blinding him even if he did not admit it. "They are a kind lot here. Perhaps foolishly so." He admitted, giving a small frown. He couldn't say that his impression of the wolves had all be good - there were tensions he didn't know about or understand. "You need to rest." Castiel said bluntly, looking down at the male. "I can call the leadership later."