a.

[The inconsistency of his own horizon and the fact that he keeps appearing in domains that belong to other people have only added to Castiel's doubt and frustration. It began with death, following him like a promise. It's not lost on him that his commitment to The Empty had been usurped by the singularity and this new plane of existence. He was with Dean and Jo, and that gave him some peace of mind but their respective timelines didn't meet. Knowing more than both of them, and to some degree, more than his own brothers furthered the constant dread that followed him. Koth, decay, the dream he never should have had just fans those flames.

Now, here in this horizon, standing before sigils that he doesn't recognize Castiel feels all the more lost. His fist curls, and relaxes as he searches the runes and tries to place their language. He feels small, amassed by the darkness of the room. The same darkness he was supposed to spend eternity in.]