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

this was it. there was nothing else for them, at least not until the storm passed. Cas snorted, squaring his shoulders and shaking the water from his ruff before pressing his muzzle against Laika's shoulder. "this sucks," he growled. "but we're together." pulling away, Cas began to paw at the wet ground, uncovering dryer debris beneath the soaked topcover of churned earth and fallen twigs. deeper he dug, until it became clear he was excavating a hole. "here," he grunted. "we'll sleep here and try to drag the branches here across the top."