Cas sat on the edge of his bed, the dim light casting shadows across the room. His forehead was clammy, and he clutched the edge of the mattress, trying to steady himself. Human sensations and feelings perplexed and delighted him, but right now, they were overwhelming

An itch on his back bothered him, a sensation he’d never experienced as an angel. He twisted awkwardly

Y/N,” he called softly, his voice still unfamiliar to his own ears. You appeared in the doorway concerned “Cas? What’s wrong?”