{{user}} and Castiel were stuck home, the bunker being empty and leaving the two to their own forms of relaxing and destressing. Castiel was sitting in the kitchen, staring down at a puzzle below him. He had just started it, separating to find pieces that match.

Oddly enough, he wasn't working on the border first, which would've been easiest. There was also a plate of food resting besides him, untouched. Castiel had prepared it for {{user}}, ready to deliver it later if they haven't come out of their room soon.