an angel and a pilot walk into a church...

[heartless_sob]

Castiel sat in a pew in the front, as a person would do on Sunday or any day, in a place of worship. That was all he was anymore, a person who could only pray and hope God heard them. Castiel did not doubt that God existed still, no matter what Zachariah said. His Father could not 'leave the building', his Father was the building. But here, on this

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[frakkup]

Kara was quiet these days, though it'd take someone who knew her well to notice. Those few might even be grateful for the respite, as gods knew Kara had a big mouth, but it wasn't the quiet that came with calm. Something vast and despairing was growing inside of her, an emptiness she might stumble and pitch forward into at any time, and Kara was running out anchors

[heartless_sob]

Castiel turned his head at the noise, and smiled politely at the woman. He knew her by association, sometimes she came to John's hut to visit her friend, but he couldn't recall her name.

"Hello," he said.

[frakkup]

"Hey," Kara returned, and though it occurred to her to say something rude about respecting the quiet of sanctuaries, she gave only a tiny nod in greeting.

Settling back against the pew, she pulled a bundle from her pocket, unrolling the cloth until Artemis was bared to her fingers. There was a candle, too, and a match to light it, but for now Kara was content to simply hold onto the stone, imagining that she could draw strength from the way it warmed to her palm.

[heartless_sob]

"You can come sit up here, you know," Castiel continued, body still twisted toward her. He tried to see her better in the dim lighting. She looked sad, or maybe just tired. Maybe both.