•Imagine:

Finding Cas under a tree a few blocks away from the bunker. "Watcha doin' Cas?" You ask. He was sitting cross cross, looking as though he was contemplating the great scheme of our existence. "Contemplating." He said. "Contemplating what?" You ask him. "Why two people who love each other so much would ever fight in such a way." He said. You plopped down on the grass next to him. "There is a fine line between love and hate, Cas." You told him. He looked to ponder this for a moment. "I suppose that is logical." He said. "But what if they-" you cut him off. He looked scared. "They will always be our family Cas, no matter what." It seemed as though if Sam and Dean fell apart, Cas would have very little here on earth, if not nothing. You wrapped your arm around him as he leaned his head on your shoulder. It was beginning to rain.