When Castiel first laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost.
Part of you still remembers
How we lit up the darkness:
Two lost souls charting our course to earth
Against a pole star of our own device.
In orbit around each other, you flew as I fell,
The sway between our bodies leaving messy tracks against the empty night.
You are still the guiding star
I set my course by;
The magnetism that pulls my wings homeward.
Even God cannot decipher my way.
The star chart makes sense only to us.