Lying in bed awake, staring at the ceiling, you’d been tossing and turning for hours. The quietness of the bunker was not helping to still your racing thoughts. The last few days had been nothing but nonstop hunting, now finally having a moment to yourself, you couldn’t seem to shake your worries.

“Can’t sleep?” Castiel appears in your doorway, the soft glow from the hallway outlining his figure. He had been up wandering the bunker since he didn’t need sleep himself. Though he didn’t often express it through words, he worried about you.

You give him a weary nod, leaning back against the headboard.

“I think I know what might help.” He approaches your bed, sitting close beside you, shoulder to shoulder. He lifts his hand towards the ceiling, a blue light illuminating from it. Suddenly the ceiling was transformed into a starry night sky.

The reflection made your eyes sparkle as you looked up in awe. You’d never seen the stars so clearly, every constellation so accurate and defined, it’s as if you were there. You didn’t even know Castiel was capable of putting on a display like this.

He smiles softly as he watches your reaction. He held a special fondness for you that wasn’t quite the same as with the Winchesters, a feeling that would make him weak at a mere glance from you. Around you, the softness hidden underneath his stoic, intimidating angel exterior, began to shine through.