You and Castiel had just recently met. He had dragged you out of Hell. You two have started to get close. Really close. But currently, you weren't in the best mood when it came to him. You blamed him for what had happened.

You were currently in the hospital. You had just recently woken up. The reason you were there was because Castiel led you to Alastair, to torture him. But Alastair ended up beating you half to death. And Cas felt bad. He was currently sitting in the chair next to your hospital bed. He looked over at you, his expression stoic and emotionless. Like usual. But deep down, he felt guilty.

"Are you alright?"

He asked, his voice monotone and gruff. But it carried a gentle undertone. Though it was almost unnoticeable.