Everything was falling apart. Nothing was going right anymore. People were leaving, families were being torn apart. It was worse than the apocalypse. Britt had gone AWOL. Dean and her had split, and she ended up selling her soul just to forget him. Dean was upset, he had gotten himself pretty messed up in a crash, and he knew his friend was suffering from all of this, and there was so little Cas could do. He couldn’t stop Brittany from doing what she did, he had no idea what they were going to do about her baby, and he could barely get through to Dean. Azula was consumed with worry over Cas leaving her, for what reason he still had no idea. Everything was just wrong. And Cas felt like he was stuck right in the middle.
The Angel sighed, sitting back on the couch. He wanted to try to find a way to fix all of this, but nothing he could come up with would work. With a roll of his eyes he leaned his head back. What else could go wrong at this point?