It was dark, it was cold, and Castiel wondered if there was a storm approaching, for the night air was damp, giving the wind a bitter bite.
He pulled his over-sized beige trench coat tighter around him as he walked up the hill; he was so far out of town that there were no paths to walk on,
so he stuck tightly to the left hand side of the road so he could be seen and easily avoided by any oncoming traffic.
He could hear the river rushing past him at the bottom of the embankment, and he slowly started to make his way across the bridge.
Now he was here he wasn't feeling quite as confident as he'd been when he'd started walking up here.
He let the small hold-all he'd been carrying drop to the ground, and a shiver ran up his spine as he carefully negotiated his way over the railing.
At this late hour no-one should be passing by, and for that Castiel was relieved. Everyone should be safely at home, tucked up in their nice warm beds.
How Castiel wished that was where he was right now.
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