[ Cas eyes the fallen fruit, mildly tempted to give it a taste, but there's more important things at hand. ]

I am with the missing.

[ still within the cavern, through apparently some part of the cave-in has disrupted the system keeping them from the horizon. yet, there's a constant nagging at the back of his head to reach out and touch. from his meeting with julie, he knows satisfying the urge soothes the chaos in his head and burn all across his skin. but, reaching out and just snatching kyle up with be weird, even cas knows that. ]

The acolytes, what remains of them, have closed us into the altar room, where we were forced to undergo their ritual. The cavern is gradually collapsing, with a steady flow of sea water seeping in. [ as he goes on, the nag becomes a pounding inside his skull. eyes screwing shut, castiel's lips twist, features pinched, before he gives in, an abrupt sigh, and he meets kyle with a flat expression and flatter voice. ] May I put a hand on your shoulder?