I can see a waterfall in my future

The male would notice him, and Biull would slow to a stop, gazing upon the other with what might have been a mixture of uncertainty, curiosity, and, perhaps, a bit of a pleading gaze. Let this wolf be a blessing of Castiel, he prayed. Let this male in some way give him some light, no matter how small. A spark. Some reason to keep on... or to remain here in these lands.

...and yet, though he yearned for some sort of salvation... Biull would take a step back, ears tilting back some. That doubt at the back of his mind that doubt, that always present doubt in his mind creeping upon him. He wanted to turn, to run. To hide. But no... something willed him to stay. Something made the broken male remain standing, looking upon the other he bore golden orbs, as if the sun had been caught within them.

His words would come as a bit of a shock to Biull, and the male would take a step back, a look of slight alarm coming to his face. He spoke as if he was dead... did that mean he was an angel? Or... or worse, was it a devil he dared to follow? A bloody demon who would steal his very soul and rip the flesh from his bones?

He would swallow, unsure of what to do. The demon told him to speak, but he had not spoken in months. Did he even have a voice any longer? Maw would open, attempting to form words, but instead the only noise to come out was an odd squeaking noise. The attempt of a failed word. Oh Castiel what was he supposed to do now?