The Sentinels our battles they may find us, no choice may ours to be

the girl imitated -- she babbled, and Cas laughed. it was good to be here, good for his broken heart and seething mind, and he decided in that moment to visit more often. a sudden wave of exhaustion overtook him and he sort of slid to the ground again, lying his head against the cool floor of the den. a wave of his tail signaled deirdre that he was indeed okay, his jaws splitting into a massive yawn. he blinked sleepily and remained there, content for the first time in some days.