Almost a week had gone by and Adam and Samandriel had adjusted well to their new home. Of course Adam was still the saltiest human on the face of the earth besides myself, and with good reason obviously, since his brothers hadn't even tried to rescue him from the cage.

Dean still hadn't apologized.

His mind was occupied with other things besides taking care of his unwanted half-brother.

Naturally, Sam being the usually friendly moose he is tried to indoctrinate Adam into the Winchester line. Teaching him about monsters, getting him to wear a shit ton of layers,getting him to wear flannel, helping him with his aim, other bonding shit the author doesn't feel like listing, etcetera, etcetera.

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In the distance Lucifer could be heard screaming in rage at how quickly I break the fourth wall over and over. Metatron was curled up on the floor sobbing, being an author as well, and screaming at me to get on with the story as Overwatch music played through my headphones, drowning them both out as I write from my computer once again. That was one hell of a run on sentence, God damn.

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In any case, Cas had noticed Dean was actually growing distant from them all. Including the angel who had raised him from perdition all that time ago.

Obviously the only way Cas could see to get back to Dean was to force his way to Dean and raise him from what ever had come over him.

So now he sat on the foot of Dean's bed while he slept, you know, watching over him and definitely not checking him out. Oblivious to the fact that Dean had been trying to not cause so much sexual tension with Cas.

As the hunter woke up, he was indeed very startled by the angel at the foot of his bed and in a more-than-half-asleep state yelled "Cas get out of my ass!" as he sat up quickly.

The angel looked in confusion at him since he once again had said that. "What?" Cas asked, tilting his head to the side and squinting slightly.

"NOTHING!" Dean shouted ", so uh, what's up?" he asked awkwardly, trying to change the subject as he took up a pose that was some cross between a teenage boy hiding his porn collection after his parent forgot to knock, a proper Victorian woman and a baby giraffe that had fallen on some ice. I don't know what that means exactly so let your imagination go crazy.

"You've been slightly," Cas paused to find the right word ", off. Is something wrong?'

Dean quickly shook his head. Could angels read thoughts? They couldn't right? Christ if Cas heard those thoughts Dean was done for.

Or that's what he thought.

Little did he know Cas frequently thought similar things but that's a story for Gabe to tell around a campfire in the form of a verbally spoken smut fic while Crowley drinks tequila with a tiny umbrella in the corner and Sam screams.

But that's none of my business.

"Are you sure?" the angel asked his Winchester.

"Yeah Cas I'm fine. It's just been kind of crazy yknow?"

In heaven, Amara had joined watching the Winchester's lives as a soap opera with Charlie and Chuck. "LIES!" she spat as she threw popcorn at the screen they watched through. "HE'S SO CLEARLY IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU ABSOLUTE COFFEE POT!"

"Truuuuuuuuuuuuue," Chuck and Charlie chorused.

The author made a note to leave that many ch's in that sentence.

"I know Dean." Castiel replied to his bestfriend back on earth.

"Don't worry about me Cas, okay?" Dean smiled.

"Okay," Cas replied.

Yknow.

Like a liar.

"I'm hungry," Dean grunted as he got out of bed and Castiel teleported outside Dean's door to wait for him.