Castiel

Meg was lying asleep in a بستر in one of the many bedrooms in the house. She had found something to sleep in; Anna really had taken care of it.
The door of the room opened slowly and Cas appeared in the doorway. He was wearing a dressing-gown and he walked slowly to the bed. He took of the dressing-gown and removed the sheets. The sudden change of temperature woke Meg up. She blinked and opened her eyes and widened them. Though it wasn’t the first time she’d seen it, it still took her سے طرف کی surprise.
“What are آپ doing here?” she asked aggressive.
“I think آپ know that” Cas answered...

If Dean and Sam had hoped Cas would be in a better mood after putting some food in his stomach, their hopes were now buried very deep into the ground. After finishing his lunch he threw his plastic plate on the floor.
“Why did آپ do that?” Sam hissed, as he leaned to the floor to pick up the garbage. Cas shrugged. “You’re acting really odd, Castiel. Has anyone told you?” Sam کہا a little annoyed. Cas shrugged again. “Stop…shrugging. If this is about Meg, then just tell me”
“I don’t have to tell آپ anything” Cas replied with his gravelle voice. He stood and as Sam wanted...

A couple of hours later.
Cas was sitting on the floor with the fragments of the vase in his lap. He had a tube of glue in his hand and tried to paste two fragments together.
Daphne had left again. Whither she hadn’t told.
He had tried to fix the tables in which he’d somewhat succeeded. He didn’t understand why Daphne didn’t just buy new furniture. But maybe she thought he needed to be taught a lesson.
A truck stopped in front of the house and the driver walked to the front door. Cas opened before the man had the chance to ring.
“Hello” Cas greeted the man.
“Good day, sir” the...