Sam's hair

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...

I poured myself one last glass and then that was it. The liquor was going to be gone soon and then there would be nothing مزید to stand between me and my decision. I lifted the glass up to my eyes and stared at the content. This small glass of whiskey was the only thing keeping me human, which was funny in a way because alcohol usually turns people into animals, figuratively speaking.
I had promised myself that when the bottle was done I was going to say yes. I was going to let Michael in.
I let out a sigh and put the glass down on the میز, جدول again. My eyes scanned the room and took it all in....