Smoking. You had always done it. Maybe it was the rush you felt or the way it numbs your thoughts, you didn’t know. But you knew you got to watch the stars while doing so

No one knew about your secret. Not even Castiel. He swore that he could smell it on you but he always dismissed it as a different human activity

But you should’ve told him because now you were leant against the boot of Baby outside the motel smoking. Cas teleported in front of you

“That is dangerous for human species”