Sam and Dean aren’t the most emotionally perceptive people at times. It’s understandable. Being raised in a ‘men never cry’ environment does that to a guy, it doesn’t help that the Winchester brothers are usually caught up in whatever new mess they’ve found themselves in. No time for observations.

Cas, the ever observant angel, has been studying you. The occasional tremble of your lips, the redness of your scleras, your downtrodden countenance. Something is wrong. He knows it.

He materializes at your side making you jump a bit, the sudden appearance startling the lump in your throat to the very limit, at the brink of melting into a sob.

You are at a loss for what to do when instead of saying or doing any of the numerous possibilities you conjured up, in that short timeframe—the angel hugs you.

He slightly flaps his arms out in an odd stance and pulls you close by slowly encircling you and then closing in his arms around you in a peculiar squeeze.

The embrace is awkward of course, but it’s the thought that counts.

“Is…Is this helping?” He asks evenly, he flattens out his palm and pats your back a couple times. His hand feels staticky and warm, a familiar sensation you’ve felt from his grace. He hopes in his heart of hearts that maybe his angelic magic can soothe your heartache.