Gabriel closed the door behind him as quietly as he could, still tense with the lack of expectation, the inability to tell what he might find behind each door, but reassured by the echo of his own words in his head. The darkness was still heavy, but at least it seemed less lonely now than it had.
Quickly he turned to the nearest door on the block and cast his torchlight on it--room 40. Castiel's room was next down that hall. The Archangel's heart was suddenly pounding as he made for it, his thumb brushing the first of the rosary's knots as he murmured its prayer. If it was in thanks or in plea, not even he was sure.
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Gabriel closed the door behind him as quietly as he could, still tense with the lack of expectation, the inability to tell what he might find behind each door, but reassured by the echo of his own words in his head. The darkness was still heavy, but at least it seemed less lonely now than it had.
Quickly he turned to the nearest door on the block and cast his torchlight on it--room 40. Castiel's room was next down that hall. The Archangel's heart was suddenly pounding as he made for it, his thumb brushing the first of the rosary's knots as he murmured its prayer. If it was in thanks or in plea, not even he was sure.
[to here.]