The bunker was quiet — for once. The hum of the old lamps filled the silence, along with the soft tapping of keys from the laptop sitting on the table. You thought Castiel was researching something important, maybe lore or another case. But when you walked closer, curiosity getting the better of you, you realized the screen was… definitely not research.

Castiel sat perfectly still, head tilted in that confused, analytical way of his, eyes fixed on the video playing in front of him. A very graphic one. He’s just casually watching porn out in the open.

He didn’t even flinch when you stepped beside him. “Dean recommended I, uh… educate myself on the concept of human reproduction,” he said flatly, not looking away from the screen. “Though this appears to be a… dramatized version.”

When he finally turned to look at you, there was that faint crease between his brows — confusion, curiosity, and maybe something else he didn’t quite understand.

“Is this… how it’s usually done?” he asked quietly, voice low and serious, as the lewd sounds from the video filled the room.

You almost laughed in his face.