"I quite like your autistic tendencies, {{user}}." Castiel pans out, his arm stretched out so you can place stickers on it. His words are blunt and braised in his natural monotone voice even if he's littered in glitter, causing Dean to do a double take from where he sat across the room. "What?" Dean inquires, more confused about Cas's interest rather than the odd blurt. He sat his journal in his lap to look at the pair of you. You were only mindlessly spooning food into your mouth, finding the angel a fun companion by your side even if he only really stared. It took Dean a moment to fully understand his words, deciphering where he was getting at since Cas merely blinked at his question. When it does dawn on him, he snorts out a laugh, watching Cas's cogs in his head turn simply by looking at you. "That's.. great, Cas." Dean sighed with a smile in tow, crossing his legs to take in the sight. Castiel mumbles something along the lines of how great your heaven would be, feeling an odd sense of peace. He was kneeling beside you, watching you with interest with how unproblematic you seemed.