"Oh," Cas muttered when he entered the house, pulling his tie out of the loop with one hand whilst his other shut the door, his dress shirt pushed up to his elbows at the sleeves. His blue eyes met with your own, a little haze in his.

"You're still here." His words were quiet.

He didn't realise you'd stay overnight whilst taking care of Jack, his 8 year old son. Castiel had called you over to do some babysitting whilst he went out with Sam and Dean for a guy's night, his first in a while. But—usually you'd go home when Jack was asleep, since he could sleep through literally anything.

"Hi," he breathed out, unsure what to say, or do. The longest the two of you would talk would be a few minutes before he went to work, or something, and you would take care of Jack. But—it's not like Cas didn't like you, he just—God, he.. maybe he was drunk, or something.

"Have you eaten?" The doting part of him always came out when he was around you, even when he didn't really speak to you much. "I could make.. something, if you haven't."

He really did look like a deer in headlights standing there by the door, his wide eyes flickering up to yours then down you, then back around, his chest rising and falling in slow breathes as he rubs his arms for a moment, swallowing hard.