We Were The Fire On The Moonlit Skies

Now that was a voice she was beginning to wonder if she would ever hear again. His baritone song rolled through the estuary, startling a few birds from their perches, and more took off as Surreal came to her paws and started off at a lope. Was she angry with her brother? Hell yes. He had vanished - again - without so much as a word. No explanations, no nothing. So when she reached him, her lope broke into a dead run as she charged him, seeking to drive her left shoulder into his chest and stagger him back a step as her jaws snapped shut inches from his muzzle. When her words came, they were icy. “Not one word. Not even a ‘Hey, sister, I’m going to disappear again, here’s why.’ You should fucking know better, Castiel!” Did she hate him? No. But she was pretty damned pissed at him.

Granted, she was pissed at life in general. Her heat was vicious, and the invaders to in her home weren’t helping her mood swings. Her hackles were up, and she was itching for a fight. But not with her own brother. She turned, stalking a few feet away, gathering her emotions. “You gave me the impression that you were home to stay. What the hell happened, Cas? Where the fuck did you go in a hurry that was so urgent you couldn’t even tell your sister?” The pain in her voice surprised her. She’d been so busy taking care of her children, planning for the future, that she’d never realized how much Castiel’s absence had hurt.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think