“So Cas, what gives? Are you sticking around?”
Castiel looked up from the newspaper he’d been reading, squinting up at Sam in his old familiar way. His blue eyes were calm, but that wouldn’t stop the younger Winchester from being slightly suspicious. The dude (and his newly-restored angelic status) had been hanging around the bunker for a few days now, and though Sam would never complain about the company his friend provided, he admitted that it was a bit weird, especially for a guy who was known for being, well, flighty.
Still, it wasn’t every day that an angel would go out and get you superfood smoothies just because he knew it would make his friend feel better.
“Dean was very obstinate about his wish to find Gadreel alone,” Castiel said, looking back down at the newspaper again. “I thought it best to remain here with you. To keep you company and make sure you were all right.”
Sam furrowed his brow. “There’s more to it than that. Shouldn’t you be — I don’t know — helping out your brothers and sisters or something? Aren’t they at war?”
“Yes.” Castiel deadpanned without glancing at Sam. “But at the moment you’re more important.”
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