[Castiel may not be able to sense much these days, but that's not the case for Boots. Dragons are tuned into things in much the same way as angels, it seems. Right in the middle of eating his dinner, Boots perks up, wings raising slightly as he responds to something.
Then the next thing Castiel knows, the dragon's tearing down the hall. It's not at all like Boots to abandon a meal half-finished, so clearly something's happened.
It's difficult not to let some amount of panic overtake him as they make their way down to the dungeon where Abaddon and Dean had been chained up. What if it all went horribly wrong, and Castiel wasn't even there to help?
But Boots bounds through the door and barrels right into Dean, shoving his face against his chest. When Castiel follows and is greeted with that image, he lets out a breath, instantly relieved.
He moves over to Sam and claps a hand on his shoulder.] You did well. [As for Dean, Castiel will give him a moment or two to fight off Boots before saying anything.]
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Then the next thing Castiel knows, the dragon's tearing down the hall. It's not at all like Boots to abandon a meal half-finished, so clearly something's happened.
It's difficult not to let some amount of panic overtake him as they make their way down to the dungeon where Abaddon and Dean had been chained up. What if it all went horribly wrong, and Castiel wasn't even there to help?
But Boots bounds through the door and barrels right into Dean, shoving his face against his chest. When Castiel follows and is greeted with that image, he lets out a breath, instantly relieved.
He moves over to Sam and claps a hand on his shoulder.] You did well. [As for Dean, Castiel will give him a moment or two to fight off Boots before saying anything.]