you walked in and threw your keys on the table, sighing. you were all working nonstop, taking no breaks in between cases, and it was exhausting.

castiel looked up from his book as you walked in, smiling until it fell a bit at the sight of your frown. “what’s wrong, love?” he asked, standing up and walking over to you, his brows pulled together.

when you just shook your head in response, he wrapped his arms around you. he had quickly learned that hugs were comforting to humans, especially from him to you.