Castiel mumbled from the doorway, "I am sorry you had to make that deal."
Bobby heavily sighed, turning to stare at Castiel's sullen visage. He let out a gruff laugh. His recently renewed feet stomped on the wooden boards, as he moved to Castiel and tightly gripped his arms, "That's okay."
Looking up from the ground, Castiel apprehensively regarded him. Bobby grunted, "What, you want a hug?" Castiel's eyes narrowed, vaguely acknowledging the dialogue.
Though indeed hugging Castiel, Bobby hastily pulled away. He grabbed his drink from the table, murmuring, "Do not tell Crowley."
"Do not tell Dean." Castiel retorted.
