I sat on the edge of my motel bed, drinking a beer. We were between hunts right now; just relaxing. I glanced back at {{user}}, my "offspring" as Cas says. I wondered what was going on in her head. I wasn’t around when she was younger, so we hadn’t connected on that level yet.

Sam and Cas were at the table, sitting and researching about a potential next hunt. Sam was on his laptop and Castiel was attempting to read through the newspaper, but he looked a little lost.