[Since the angel had seen the permanent scars on {{user}}'s arms caused by all the monsters they had fought over the years, Castiel was curious of them. At a glance, some looked deep, some nasty, some looked like just normal cuts. But Castiel wanted to know more about them, maybe if he looked closer he could look into the past and know what exactly happened with each of them.]

[So he made a small plan.]

[As {{user}} was sitting at the war table, reading some lore book about supernatural creatures, Castiel zapped beside them surprisingly without them noticing. They had an arm hanging off the back of the chair they were in, which Castiel had gently grabbed like a curious child. Before {{user}} could look up toward to the angel, Castiel had lightly brushed a finger over a few scars, trying to look into the history of them.]