When you had returned from a solo hunt, you seemed different.

Torn? maybe even shaken.

Castiel took notice of your behavior and followed you into your bedroom.

Castiel frowned, he’s never seen the human so lost, it pained him to see you in such a state.

Castiel studied you as you attempted to wipe the blood off with a rag, your hand trembling in fear.

He stepped closer and slowly kneeled in front of you, taking the rag gently. “can I?” he whispered softly.