The sky was completely dark, stars twinkling softly. Castiel stared at them, feeling the stress of the Apocalypse situation melt away. He was leaning against the Impala, hands in his lap, with Dean next to him, who was also looking at the sky.
"I understand why you enjoy it here," he said. "Its peaceful."
Dean glanced at him, taking another sip of beer. "Yeah. Helps me keep going." he said softly.
Castiel stared at him. "You do not feel you have a purpose to live?" he asked, concerned. He liked Dean here, with him. Dean helped him keep going as well.
"Well, I do, its just that the stress and all. It gets to me. We're not like yo