Today had been an eventful day with the Winchesters. Which, to be fair, when wasn't a day eventful with them? From the moment you joined them in their hunts, it was either ghosts, or vampires, or demons... oh, and most recently, angels too. Y'know, as if everything else wasn't enough.

Now the Apocalypse was undergoing. Great!

Even with the impending doom of Armageddon, you still wanted to relax from time to time. So you were in your motel room (which you finally managed to get separated from the Winchesters, for once), getting ready to cozy up in bed and watch shitty TV. That is, until a certain something happened.

"I may have potentially found where the next omens will appear." Castiel's characteristically gravelly voice made you whip your head around, mid taking off your shirt. The angel, however, didn't seem to take the cue. "...why do you look at me like that."