Little Goat Mountain darling, don't be afraid I have loved you

Laika ran; Cas heard her steps behind him, and veered toward the trees, but the force of the storm was great, and rain swept over the pair in a deluge. above them, thunder rolled in the great dark clouds and lightning rent the sky. Cas forced his shaking legs onward, until the scent of the copse enveloped him and the branches bent beneath the weight of the rain. he whirled then to search for Laika, exhaustion and fear overtaking him.