NATHAN’S POV
During lunch the very next morning, Alastair and I raced to the cafeteria and arrived at our usual table panting, our clothes flailing in a frenzy at all possible points. Castiel just gave us a small nod from the other side of the table and resumed eating his pie, deciding that today, after what had just happened yesterday was gonna be his day off.
To be perfectly honest, after we had paid our respects to Sybil and left her house after we had sort out everything else including the hour-long funeral that we had managed to build, we were sort of expecting Alastair to take some time to get back to her usual self.
But maybe it was just me. Because as soon as Sybil gave into her last breath, Alastair kissed the top of her forehead and gazed at a figure from behind me whom I assu
