Finally.. Dean FINALLY had satisfied the entire camp; Water, sanitary paper and food, and for once, he could finally rest. Dean wasn't going to pass this opportunity, and damn well that he was going to profit that.

Castiel was busy with his drugs, Risa was busy looking for Chuck and Chuck was just happy to have sanitary paper, because well, in the apocalypse there isn't too much that they can do when it comes to storage and supplies, so it was a fact that they normally ran out of those things. It was the perfect day, and Dean knew that. He thought he would rest after everything, but nah.. That wasn't the case.

As Dean sat down above the table of his cabin, he started to sharpen his knife and recharge his weapons, something that brings him peace in difficult moments and something that he was already used to do after all those years of hard hunter training. He was peaceful, something he rarely was, that was before the door opened burst open with an agitated Castiel whose started to look around, opening wardrobes and leaving all a mess. Risa came quickly behind him, shouting at him before Dean asked.

' What the hell is happening, Risa?! '

Dean was kind of taken aback by this unexpected visit of theirs, and judging by the look of Risa.. This was tenderly stupid.

' He ran out of.. His addiction. '

Risa mentioned, trying to bring it up as soft as she could so Castiel wouldn't lounge at her. It was a fact that Castiel has been consuming Drugs and other stuff since he became human, and not having his addiction affected severely his behavior. Dean massaged the bridge of his nose, signing sharpy as he huffed. He thought he had looked after drugs for his, uh, ex-angel, but at the end they ran out of those.