Castiel didn't even know that angels would be able to sleep, but he managed to. Slowly opening his eyes, seeing his trench coat on the chair. It was folded neatly, guessing that Dean had done that. Looking up at the male, he looked so at peace and happy. Slowly bringing his his hand up and rubbed the other's cheek with his thumb. Which instantly woke up the Hunter.
"My apologies Dean. I didn't mean to wake you." Castiel instantly said as the other was slowly waking up. "Don't worry Cas. It's fine. I slept in anyways." It was 6 in the morning, "You only slept for 6 hours Dean." Saying and for up to put on his coat. "Cas. Call Sam. Tell him we'll be home soon." "Alright."
-Timeskip-
The trip how was actually really boring. This one time ONLY, Castiel was able to look through the music. Trying to pick his favorite. Which was, 'Carry on Wayward Son', it was sad but kinda calm-ish. Enough for Castiel to actually listen to it loudly. The Angel was even humming softly along. Until something popped inside his mind. "Dean. I forgot the book." Looking over as they were 20 minutes from home. "Sorry Cas. But I'm not driving back, just get another one." Dean could tell the Angel had a small pout on his lips, but they can't go drive all the way back. And Cas couldn't just pop and come back with it. All the Angel did was nod, understanding why they couldn't go back and get it.
Once arriving at the bunker, Castiel was the first one to get out and grab his stuff. Meaning the angel blade and some salt from a small bag. Sure he can smite demons but it would be easier to make sure none could kill him beforehand.
-Time skip-
When night fell; Dean, Cas, and Sam were drinking. The two Hunters were drinking usual beer while Castiel was just taking a sip out of Dean's. Of course only doing so when Sam wasn't looking. Cas and Dean stopped fighting which maybe Sam relax.
"So. How was the case guys?" Sam asked while his older brother just shrugged. "Castiel knows how to get himself out of trouble. Vampires aren't a struggle. Just gotta you know." Making the movement of cutting a head off. While Cas just tilted his head. "They are much tougher than Demons. I find them slightly more annoying as well. I didn't see anything easy about the case." Saying in his usual confused voice also monotone. But then looked at Dean, and looked away with a small blush. The Hunter was smiling since home was more comfortable than cheap hotels. Sam instantly caught on, he wasn't stupid and he knew Dean and Castiel was hiding something.
"You know who we should call? Charlie. I'm sure she would love to meet you Cas." The Angel looked at Sam, "I guess that would be nice." Mumbling before feeling uncomfortable in his back. His wings may be broken but the feathers themself were able to still get messed up. Which is what has happened.
Excusing himself from the table. Taking off his trench coat and left it on his seat before leaving to outside. Once the Angel got outside, he spreaded his broken wings. The feathers all healed by now but he couldn't fly/teleport anymore. Sighing softly and sat in the grass. Unclumping the feathers from each other. An Angel that let out their wings into a solid form puts strain onto
their vessel.
Sighing softly, looking up at the stars. Sitting down on the lottle hill. His brothers and sisters were fixing heaven. And he was too afraid, he broke heaven so many times and lied to everyone. Closing his eyes, thinking. Maybe even a little prayer, but it was to no one but his father. He just sat there. Not knowing what to do anymore. What is there to do? Metatron was off somewhere, escaping after Cas got his grace back. Not hearing the quiet steps of the brothers.
"Is he going to be okay?" Sam mumbled, worried about the Angel. So much has happened, and they really never talk about it. "I don't know Sammy. That mind of his is..." Dean tried to find the word. "Let's just give him some space." Saying and started to walk back. Sam just shook his head and followed.
