The Sentinels leda & the swan

Guardianship was hard, as it turned out. Castiel was a quick study however and he made good on his promise to keep the little weed safe - if that meant damn near lurking in the shadows from a distance so be it. His nights were spent curled around Witchhazel in a similar manner to how he once tended to Winchester - the thoughts on their long 'W' names did not escape the man. He met her needs of food and warmth, tried to be comforting when she needed it, tried to encourage her exploration. He'd briefly considered what might happen - he'd hoped the girl would not be stripped from him as some seemed so easy to exchange children from hand to hand. 

He still recalled the dark girl that had been brought from the Depths to Donnelaith like it was acceptable to pass children about - and she was gone already. He wouldn't let such a thing happen to Witchhazel he had decided. He would offer her the stability she deserved. The chocolate colored males ears perked when he picked up the scent of Deirdre and Witchhazel together, immediately speeding up to come upon them. "Witchhazel, this is Deirdre."  Cas said gently as he leaned down to nudge the little girls shoulder. "I found her on the plateau, she was abandoned."  he explained, finally looking at the pale woman.