“I just don’t know where I’m supposed to be. I’m not like Sam and Dean--I’m not some super-hunter. I just--I just want to feel like I’m actually where I’m supposed to be.” You kicked out at a small pebble and sent it skittering across the cement. Cas was looking at you with concern in his blue eyes. “I spent many millennia feeling as if I didn’t fit anywhere, making mistake after mistake. Until I found the Winchesters and you... And, yes, sometimes I still feel lost. But I can tell you that you are exactly where you belong. This is home, even if it doesn’t feel like it sometimes. And you aren’t supposed to be exactly like Sam and Dean. You’re you. And that is more than enough.”















