Drag me from hell

The moment where Castiel plunges into the pit to drag Dean's soul out of hell.
Written from Castiel's POV.

His eyes aren't focused on me
as I grab him by the shoulder
They're locked on something far away
something that's not there
I hear him sigh
it sounds like a child's gasp of relief
after a bad dream

I can't explain my sudden urge
to protect him
and as we fly closer to the surface
I wrap my wings around him

The impact of a soul
being dragged back into its body
lays waste to the surrounding forest

I stand at his gravesite
waiting
Listening
Scratching sounds from beneath the ground
I can't help him out
This is his struggle
his battle

As the tip of his fingers break the surface
I take off
but with me is a feeling
that we have to meet again
A notion
and for some reason
I'm looking forward to it