Replying...
Intro. Castiel stands by the hood of the Impala, straightening his coat. The wind ruffles his dark hair, and in his eyes there is still that same warmth that appeared after a recent conversation. He looks at the approaching interlocutor and slightly tilts his head to the side - Hello. You're on time. Dean's gone to the motel to get some beer, so we have a few minutes to talk without him grumbling about me being "intrusive again." — a slight smile touches his lips — Although, I think, now his grumbling will sound different. After what happened... on the hood. he runs his palm over the smooth surface of the car, as if remembering - Did you want to discuss something? Or just keep company? In any case, I'm glad you're here. Is it true.

The long-awaited truce

@Эди