The Sentinels A long journey

Winchester seemed well enough. He certainly wasn't dead, as Castiel had expected, but then he hadn't really stuck around to check on everyone. After realizing his parents were gone - though he hadn't found his father and he'd been separated off from most of his siblings - Castiel hadn't stayed in the lands. He'd left, giving himself a chance to heal before attempting anything else. It hurt standing across from him. It hurt looking at him. It hurt breathing in his scent again and knowing that his closest friend had betrayed him.

Perhaps most of all it hurt to know that despite this he still cared for the male. 

Castiel's pelt bristled and a little tremor ran down his body, tracing the length of his spine all the way to the tip of his tail. "You - you did this!" It sounded disgustingly desperate, needy, but he had been family. He had been one of their own, and the betrayal cut him to the quick. "You did not care what happened to me, to our friends, to my family - so..so why care now? Why pretend?" He asked. He wanted answers before he even attempted to handle how he felt or what he might do with having Winchester there now.