"Where to first?" Castiel asked.

"Well... I guess I'll take you to my quarters? It's near the center of the cave so we could go on from there, if you like?" He rubbed his neck.

"Wherever you want to go, Dean." Castiel smiled. Dean nodded and started to lead the way once again. Castiel followed behind, tracing his fingers along the walls. "These are beautiful, Dean. Did you make them?" Castiel admired the historical drawings on them. Dean looked behind him.

"Me? Good at drawing? Nah, but yeah they're beautiful. They explain our family history." Dean explained. Castiel's mouth made an 'o' shape. "Are you good at drawing?"

"Heh, no." Castiel waved him off, scoffing. "But I do like writing." Castiel remembered how he'd write in most of his free time before meeting Dean. Dean hummed and they finally made it to Dean's quarters.

"Well, here we are." Dean gestured to his part of the cave. Castiel set down his basket and looked around. "It's not much. There's not much room-"

"It's fine Dean." Castiel looked at him. "I appreciate what you have." Dean's eyes widened mildly.

"Castiel, I- Well, I should explain what my... pack, as you know it- works. I'm not head, king, whatever. But I am our 'leader's son.' This- This is less than you think-"

Castiel interrupted him. "It's enough, Dean." Castiel's eyes wandered around the room.