If there is such a thing as miracles

They weren’t getting any younger… and Ronen and Viho were still out there somewhere. So, without a word to his nephew, to anyone but Kalli and Etain, Cas had left. He felt badly for doing that to Regulus, but some small part of him wondered if his nephew knew he was going if he’d want him to go. He was what, eleven now? And on top of that he was blind… though thank the stars for Kalli helping him with that. Besides, they had Etain with them, and together he was certain that the three of them would find their sons. Castiel knew, somehow, that they were still alive. They had to be.

Castiel could hear birds, and goodness only knew how many of them there actually was. Castiel flicked his ears back, pressed close to Kalliope as they walked. He was slowing down, however. They’d been wandering around the west for some time… and it was slow going with not one, but two blind wolves in the company. Etain had her paws full for certain, especially being handicapped as well. But Cas was certain that, as a family, they could make it through anything.

“Kalli… Etain… do you smell that?” He asked, his ears perking. Had his eyes not had a film of white over them they’d be shining. His tail began to wag, and Cas was sure he was either going crazy or some miracle had happened. “Isn’t that Viho’s scent?”