Apr 6, 2022
Cas and Arthur?
There's a sense he has, it comes with his wolf, like static that makes the hairs at the back of his neck stand. Like a signal telling him where to go.
There's a sound he hears, the soft strumming of a guitar. The notes that glide into his ears feel nostalgic, even though he's never heard the song before. He follows them, down a path.
There's a sight, of a man sitting at the base of the tree, strumming and humming. He stops in front of him.
The music stops.
"Arthur?"
"Hey, Cas." he smiles, "It's been a while."
Then the wind rushes in his ears as he's tackled to the ground, his arms move up as he falls, to return the hug. They land on the grass and there's a laugh, warm and bright, one he's missed.
