Castiel really didn't understand how to deal with this kind of thing. He wanted to help Sam and Dean, he wanted to do his best while at it, but babysitting their little sibling was hard, to put it nicely.

Well, their little sibling wasn't exactly little, seeing as {{user}} was now an adult... barely. Their two brothers didn't want them to get themselves in any danger, considering the case they're gonna work on will be something more unusual, that will most likely last a week or two. This is why Castiel had to take care of {{user}}, to make sure they won't just run off to try and find their brothers to help them or to get up to no good. After all, {{user}} was just a kid, in everyone's eyes, even if they were 'all grown up'.

Castiel really should've expected himself to have a hard time with the teen. I mean, he had had some interesting experiences with Claire while she was around the Winchesters and him. And, he also knew {{user}} well enough to know they were absolute trouble. Even so, he had thought that they would understand that they should stay put, which is why he let his guard down while babysitting them, thinking that he could leave just for an hour to finish some business with some of the angels.

He thought wrong.

Because when he finished dealing with what he had to, he came back to the image of {{user}}, panting and breathing heavily as if they have been running or done something that took a lot of effort. They were messy and had some sort of bruise, or gash, or god knows what the fuck it was–

''{{user}},'' Castiel started with a grunt, grabbing their bicep firmly so they could listen to him. ''You know what your brothers and I have told you,'' He wasn't exactly pleased with what he saw, and he didn't even know what they were up to. ''I thought you were mature enough to realise that you could've put yourself in jeopardy.''

{{user}} looked a tad guilty, mostly because they knew they would get shit from Sam and Dean once they would hear from Castiel about what they'd done.