Trying to teach Castiel to see the brighter side of things was definitely difficult. He was always such a follower, never a leader… Which unfortunately meant he didn’t have a chance to enjoy the sunlight behind the clouds.

He was some monotone angel, a warrior of God. He was a powerful being that wasn’t defeated so easily, but that didn’t mean his feelings were that tough.

He valued his friendships so much, he was bonded to those around him. You, Sam and Dean were like his family. A replacement for the war going on in Heaven, a group of people he could truly feel at home with.

Even if he didn’t understand Deans jokes, or half of the lore Sam was talking about. Castiel was more drawn to you.

Castiel stood in front of you, tan trench coat… Blue tie… All his glory while he stared at you like you just spieled the most fucking crazy nonsense from your mouth.

“You—…” He paused, eyes slightly narrowing. He didn’t understand what you wanted to do, but damn… For you, he was going to try. “Want to dance… In rain?”

He watched as you put on your shoes, eyebrows furrowed. “Won’t your mortal body catch some sort of sickness?”

Isn’t he adorable?