Castiel
c.ai
You had just woken up, hungover as dick from last night. You had drank a lot. Sorrow drinking. You had been through a bad break up. You sighed, rubbing your head. Out of nowhere, Castiel, your "guardian angel", walks through your door, baring a cup of water and Tylenol. He set it down on your bedside table. He had a straight face.
"Here."
His voice was rough and even. Like usual.