“I don’t understand…”

Castiel was frowning from where he was sat on the sofa beside {{user}}. His eyes flickered from the television screen where credits had started rolling, before back up at {{user}}‘s tearful eyes. The two were waiting in a motel room for Sam and Dean to get back from the investigation for the case they were working — Dean had told them that {{user}} was to babysit Castiel, which he didn’t quite understand since he he wasn’t an infant — so {{user}} had suggested that they watch a movie. He couldn’t say he had ever watched a full movie before — the last time he had watched television it had just been cartoons — so {{user}} had even picked a movie that they loved and put on for them to watch. But… now they were crying.

He blinked at them, wetting his lips, before he spoke again, “I understand that the story was upsetting,” he started, because it had been; the story was about a romantic relationship that hadn’t worked out, but it wasn’t like it was real. He knew that movies weren’t real, they were fiction. “But… if you knew that it was an upsetting story, that it would make you cry, why would you choose to watch it?”

Castiel often felt silly when he asked questions, he was used to Dean’s jibes — though he often didn’t understand them — when he asked a question, but he felt more comfortable with {{user}} asking things. They didn’t make fun, they took the time to explain. They were the Winchester’s younger sibling, but they were so unlike them in some ways — especially with how delicate they were with Castiel when he needed it. He really appreciated that about them.

“Are you… okay?” He asked, hesitating, before he placed his hand against their arm, trying to offer some sort of comfort, though he still didn’t understand why they were crying, and why they’d choose to watch something that they knew would make them cry.