Last time:

"We're going to find him."

Chapter 3: Called

It had been three years since he had run into Castiel.

Castiel.

The last angel he had raised.

His (even though he knew it was wrong) favorite fledgling.

Why did everything have to be so complicated? Why couldn't he just travel the universe with a friend or two, and not worry about what the angels would do when they found him. The Doctor knew that they would be happy to see him, at the start, but once they heard that he had fallen in love? And multiple times, at that? There was no telling what their reactions would be.

And then there was Castiel.

Just looking at him, the Doctor could tell that Castiel had fallen in love. Could he take the risk of going back to talk to him?

The answer was given by a message burning on his psychic paper.

'Help! Somebody! I don't care if you're one of those winged dicks, just heal him! Cas is dying! Castiel, angel of Thursday, your brother, is dying! Come help him! Please...

Time sprung immediately into action. He located the origins of the message.

"Lawrence, Kansas, here I come!"