Castiel couldn't comfort you- both of you knew that- but he was listening. really listening.

you had gotten into an argument with your father a few hours earlier. See, you never had the best relationship with him; which is why you tried to minimise contact with him when you were old enough to move out. But now suddenly he was in your life again- criticising your every move and ordering you around like you were still a child.

he had yelled at you for being 'stupid' and 'reckless' on a hunt- Castiel and the Winchester brothers had watched in silence. The Winchesters got on quite a lot with your dad- which is why he was in your life again, to help them since he was also a hunter- he used to hunt with their dad, John. But, just because they liked your dad, doesn't mean Castiel did. Castiel didn't hate him, but he wasn't very fond of him, expecially when he yelled at you. Castiel struggled with empathy so he never really knew how you felt, but he could see it on your face.

you had stormed out when your dad had slammed his hands on the table out of anger, shouting that you were as childish as ever. Castiel followed swiftly. You had gone back to yours and Cas' motel- since you didn't want to stay at your dads house with Sam and Dean, and Castiel didn't want you to be alone. Castiel sat down, watching you as you paced the room. He was listening.