Blackbeak Bluff and he said "pack your bags, we're never looking back"

he's headed for sweetharbour<3

Velvet green hills gave way to rocky pastures and then, the ocean! Oh, the scent of salt on the air was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. From scriptures and stories he had only dreamed of it from afar, caged in a soldier's life, never truly free to explore.

But now it was all his to smell and to hear and to see, it was truly divine.

Bounding towards craggy cliffs with youthful energy, he gazed in wonder as the sun cast fingers of gold across the waves and he knew. As long as there was light then God was with him now and forevermore. He thought briefly of the marshland girl, of his children and wife too. Closing his eyes as he settled on his haunches and prayed the spirit of adventure would visit and bring good fortune to all. Bird chattered and came to roost and Castiel uttered a content "Amen," settling down to watch the sunset.