The Sentinels in the darkening of the year

Castiel was quiet and respectful as the two women said their piece. The elder child had departed, only a mere figment amongst their ranks anyways from what the guardian had seen. He did not know that she was meaning to abandon their pack, but, had he any inkling he couldn't admit to the desire to stop her.She deserved that, after all, her choice. Castiel himself would never abandon his family but it was evident that Winchester was not there - he had not been for weeks. 

He himself had been abandoned. 

He bristled a bit, ears swiveling to take heed of what the two younger wolves were saying. If he wanted he was welcome to share the names of his fallen - but oh, he would take the night as his own then, he had lost so many. So many careless deaths and so many of his family he would never see again. He offered a small frown but did bow his head - quiet, respectful to his own customs and his own people and offered his thoughts in reverent prayer.