The Sentinels moose and squirrel

To the question of his plains a near sad smile grew on Castiel's face. His lithium gaze shifted, looking further away for a moment - his gaze not dreamy, but still in the past. "It was open," He began. "Strong and spacious. Wide and beautiful and wild." His memory drifts towards Winchester, wherever he was, and the days they had spent hunting together. Charging into battle. There are marks upon their bodies from times spent together in battle and Castiel longs for those days again. 

"The view is unfettered, the stars bountiful, you could see right into the heavens themselves." Castiel said wistfully, the lilt to his rough voice unusual for him. It was a better time to the guardian.