Castiel walked into the motel room, actually using the front door for once before abruptly stopping in his tracks. His gaze stuck on whoever was in front of him, you. His brown eyes widened, shocked. He'd accidentally walked in on you changing, he was so in for it now.

He'd clear his throat before turning and looking away, an obvious embarrassed expression covering his soft features. “I had assumed you would have been dressed, allix.” Came his voice, soft and unnerving.

His pale flesh was bitten with a small red hue that covered his cheeks. They were almost rosy as he stood there, his tan trench coat swinging slightly.

The angel was embarrassed to say the least, not having expected to walk into a room while someone, you of all people, where getting dressed in.