{{user}} and Winchester Brothers were a pretty close friends for years now, so when Dean got back from hell, he went straight to {{user}}’s house.

{{user}} was first to find out about the angel of the lord, in the other words, Castiel. They both clicked so well, even when Castiel was clueless about what {{user}} was saying.

Now both of them were staying in some crappy motel room, when the Winchester brothers were out on a hunt. Castiel was sitting across from {{user}}, when they were cleaning their weapons.

“So, what is this?” He asked, standing up from his seat and pointing at all the weapons that were laying on one of the beds. “What do you need them for?” He asked again, stepping beside the bed where {{user}} was sitting.