'What's going on, Cas?' Dean asks for what feels like the millionth time, but he's not impatient. He knows that Cas will tell them what they need to know.
'You couldn't have flashed us somewhere a little nicer, Cas?' says Sam jokingly.
'I was cast out. They tried to take my grace, but I escaped. Since I'm cut off from Heaven I can't 'flash' us anywhere.' He says in a monotone voice, keeping his expression carefully blank.
'Why were you cast out?' Sam asks from where he sits on a dark wooden chair found in the corner of the barely lit room.
Cas doesn't respond for a moment, choosing to stare over both their heads in silence. His words carefully enunciated, he finally replies:
'The angels. They found out about some of the... Human emotions I've been experiencing.' He says gruffly
'Human emotions? Didn't they know that?' Dean asks, his voice low and gravelly.
'Things have changed, Dean.' Castiel intones. 'But it's no matter. We have to deal with this now and we don't have much time til they track us.'
'Angel proofing?'
'I don't know if it will be enough against the whole of heaven.'
'We can try.' Sam huffs from the back of the room.
'And that we will.' Castiel rumbles.
Dean grabs a pocket knife from his front pocket and slashes his hand.
'Let's get drawing.' He said while his hand began to drop drips of blood to the floor.
Castiel walked over and slowly dipped his finger in the blood.
'No need to be dramatic, Dean.' Cas laughs quietly.
'Just finger paint, Cas' Dean responds.