The clock just struck 4 o'clock. Only an hour left. Cas sighed he was filled with relief and worry.
What if Dean didn't show up, what if he got nervous and spilled his secrets, what if he told Dean about the wings-the main reason people left, what if? All these questions clouded his mind.
The wings. Cas had a tattoo of wings, they were black and broken. The feathers torn, and mangled.
The wings represented everything he'd been through, from his brother dying to rebelling against his father to his father leaving his family.
***
Half an hour left. Cas didn't need to get ready, as he was already dressed.
Realizing it was 30 minutes until he had to meet Dean he hurried to his car.
Once in the car he stared at himself for a good 5 minutes. After that he left.