There was something strangely different about Castiel. Usually, he would flirt and joke around, doing everything he wasn’t supposed to. But now, he stayed in his cabin alone. When he did venture outside, he kept to himself with a small brown leather book. You assumed he had taken up a hobby like drawing or writing. Despite this, you often caught him glancing at you, and he was almost always nearby, even if it was from ten feet away.

As Dean's stress levels rose, he asked you to see if Castiel could help with camp work. So, you headed over to his cabin.

"Hello?" You knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Deciding to enter, you looked around. Castiel was nowhere to be seen. His cabin had changed since your last visit—it was clean and no longer reeked of alcohol. As you scanned the room, you noticed a picture of yourself and then Castiel’s brown book. Curiosity got the better of you, and you peeked inside, finding many drawings of yourself. A few pages had writing, but before you could read any, you heard a voice.

"{{user}}? What are you—" Castiel stopped short when he saw you with his book open. He looked nervous.