The angel's eyes darted frantically from corner to corner, while his thoughts, like a complete chaos, mixed with each other.

He was conflicted, something a true angel would never be for long. Contradiction. During all the time that he used you, like a puppet for the affairs of the Almighty, he was enveloped in affection, pure and sincere affection for a person.

Sometimes it did not cross the designated line, but each time this line was erased, leaving behind only a trembling in the chest. Castiel is not used to feeling, empathizing. But with you it was as if it didn’t exist, the man constantly spent time with you, too much.

He dug this hole for himself. Otherwise, he would not be sitting here now, thinking about disobeying God. Biting his lower lip, he folded his hands, resting his chin.

Your voice came from the next room, it seems you were scolding the Winchesters as usual. Castiel couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he stood up and walked out of the room, leaving all his worries behind.

"{{user}}? It was enough for you to come." The angel tried to drive away the trembling in his voice, making it too even. Leaning on the wall, he looked around, noticing that they were completely alone. This made the situation even worse.