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- Third-person point of view -
Lilly gasped for breath between tears. "I don't know Cas – I don't know what to believe, who to believe. He has shown me twisted things before, do you remember?"
"I remember," the angel spoke over the phone as his eyes were focused on a pair of green ones.
"I don't know what to do–"
"You'll be okay, we'll figure this out. Sam will track your cellphone and th–"
"Cas?" Lilly sounded worried, "C – I can't hear – Cas? Are y–"
"Lilly?" The angel followed in her footsteps as the feeling pulled him under. Reaching for the brothers, he held the device out to them, like a toddler would ask their parents for help opening a packet of dino crackers. Sam was quick to put the phone on speaker as Lilly came through, letter by letter; corrupted by static.
"Lilly? It's the signal–" Sam explained but didn't improve on the situation. "Where are you? What do you see around you?"
"Dese – t" The girl on the other side of the line got cut off mid-word, but Dean seemed to have caught what she said.
"A desert? He dragged her to a desert?" Clenching his fists he got up to pace around. "Lilly? can't you open a portal? Come back to us?"
No response.
"Lilly?"
"Weak–" The word left the speaker before the connection cut off, followed by long static that pushed the oldest Winchester over the edge. Wrapping his right hand around the phone he tore it from his brother's grasp, to throw it to the motel floor.
"Dammit!" he fumed as he rubbed his eyes with both hands. "What is it with this damn chick? Get's shot in the head, survives. Get's stabbed, survives. Goes to hell, and comes back stronger than she was before?" Dean's rant somehow made a sheen of a smile appear on the angel's lips. "What are you grinning at?" the Winchester spat.
"Remember the nineteenth of August, the day she decided to head for Los Angeles?"
Dean stayed quiet, the only response he gave being a gnarly look.
"Do you recall what I called her that day?" Castiel asked as the smile became more apparent now, no longer ashamed of it. The feeling going through the celestial being made its way over to Sam as a comforting cloud.
"Selcouth." The youngest Winchester smiled as he bend over to grab the phone from the ground. "Now I hope for you this thing still works, otherwise there's no damn way we're gonna track her." He spoke to his brother in a degrading way.
