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[ He walks passed before pausing for a moment and then moving to take a seat next to him. ] ...somethin' on your mind there?

Regret.

[The angel murmured, lifting his eyes to meet that of Joanna Beths father.]

I pray for my sins.

I'd suspect there's a lot to be...regrettin'. [ He glanced over to the man. He didn't know he was an angel obviously. ]

Lots of people do that. Saves your soul or somethin' like that. Haven't known it to work that well though.

I have my fair share, I assure you.

[Not many people did, that was the good thing.]

That is a mortal comfort. Prayer is just words. It is the intention behind it that matters.

I find it to be the only way to speak with my father.

...He is ... never responsive though.

Don't doubt it. You look like a man with the world on his shoulders. [ He leans forward, pursing his lips together. ] It ain't good for you. Lemme tell you that. That look or that worry.

I'd imagine so. God don't talk to no man. No matter how devote that person is.

[he's standing in front of said bench, frowning down at him] Think that'll help? [Cas, you poor, stupid...]

[Castiel knew that Dean was not one for praying. The hunter barely believed in God let alone that he would help his creatures that prayed. The angel slowly glanced up, his eyes meeting those disapproving ones of Dean.]

...It does not hurt to try.

...'Cept in your case, where it does. [he's not expert, Hell, he's not even a novice, but.. when you want something so bad. Someone to hear you so bad as Cas does.. and not get anything? Well...]

[A crest fallen look came across his face at that. He looked heart broken.]

... I don't know what else to do.

I know, man. [he tucks his hands into his jeans, glancing away from that look because.. c'mon, Cas. Unfair. He feels... like he should know what to do, to say, whenever Sammy looks at him like that. And this is the same case scenario]

[And Sam just keeps his distance, careful not to disturb the angel as he watches from afar.]

[Castiel continued his pray, his head bowed as he murmured his words to his father. A small gentle breeze tousled his hair as he closed his eyes holding his hands tight]

[Sam sits on a bench nearby, book on his lap, trying not to stare. But it's almost fascinating for him. He never considered the possibility that angels could or would pray. But Sam's the last person to call them out on it, he supposes.]

[Castiel was deep in prayer, a look of concentration etched on his features. He was praying to his father. That even thought God has been absent for him to appear this one time and help him.

Castiel needed help.

After a moment the angel pursed his lips and opened his eyes, lifting his head. His expression softened when he saw Sam sitting there with a book.]

...Hello Sam.

[Sam starts just a bit - he tends to be more on-edge these days. Still, he gives Cas a smile and an awkward wave.] Hey. Sorry, am I...I can give you some more space, if you want.

No, it is alright.

[He shifted from side to side, and gave Sam a small soft look.]

I am all finished.

[He moves over to Castiel's bench, then, and sits next to him, silent for a moment.] ...I didn't know angels prayed.

[ Castiel slid over a bit for Sam to have room to sit down. He gave a weak smile.]

It is the one way I can speak to my father.

I thought he and you weren't on the best of terms.

[The angels smile grew regretful at that]

I may speak, but he does not listen Im afraid.

[He gives a small shrug, but looks at Cas with compassion in his eyes.] You don't know that for sure. God doesn't even speak to angels that much, right? And he brought you back.