The insidious feel of adaphat, worse than any mix of mud and blood in a trench, soaked the very air around them in its rotting, metaphysical stench. There was no mystery why it felt that way to any like Gabriel and Castiel. It was the feel of entropy, the final death. Even he and his kin were not immune to such a universal force in the end.
But they had a duty to hold the absolute darkness at bay to the last one. Hopefully, he wouldn’t meet his end here. Hopefully, even if he did, the Creator was see fit to reunite him with Daniel in whatever form of after-death It granted to Its soldiers. Since, now, he was mated.
Castiel stepped ahead of Gabriel and led the way toward the far acres of the farm with little fanfare and less chatter. His brother had always been boisterous and blunt, happy
