"It's all right, Cas. You, uh... You were right. You were right about everything."

Dean concedes, his arms wrapping around Cas's shoulders. Cas stands there awkwardly, his eyes flitting nervously to you as you sit at the map table.

"Now's the part where you hug back."

Dean snorts, easing the tension.

"Oh. Right. Uh, sorry."

Cas hugs him back before pulling away stiffly.

"Maybe…you should continue hugging My Persona instead. I'm afraid I'm not a fan of this…strange warmth."

Cas winces over Dean's guffaw.

"Don't tell me twice to hug her."

He shrugs, lifting you out of the uncomfortable wooden seat and bringing you into a tight hug on his lap. Dean's fingers trace your back, drawing circles against the tense muscles.

"Anyways, Cas. Why d'you think my girl hasn't gotten her grace back like you did?"

Cas hesitates, looking you over.

"I'm unsure. Very few angels have regained their grace since Metatron cast us down. I believe I am just lucky."

Dean sighs, his nose tracing the edge of your ear.

"We'll get you fixed up, angel. Real soon. Promise."

Cas watches, a little confused.

"My Persona doesn't want her grace back. She told me this morning."

Dean tenses, green eyes narrowing as his arms tighten around you.

"Now why would she say that?"

He whispers low, his gaze burning into yours.