"Dean and Sam offered breakfast," Castiel spoke gently, placing down the plate of breakfast as you worked on translating some word of God. His eyes glanced over you curiously, and a hand rested on your shoulder momentarily.

"Do you need anything?"

His voice was low as to not to disturb you. Castiel brushed curls away from your face, brows furrowing for a second.

"I know this isn't easy work—we.. appreciate it."

Castiel spoke quietly, taking a seat opposite you at the dining table.