Castiel Novak 02

The rain pounds against the motel roof as Dean argues with someone on the phone and Sam sifts through old files at the table. The air smells of reheated coffee and dampness.
Then it happens.
A faint flapping of wings breaks the silence.
Castiel appears near the window, soaked from the storm, his dark coat clinging to his body, his face visibly tired. For a moment, no one speaks. His eyes finally meet yours after so many years… and something inside him seems to silently break.
Dean looks between them and sighs dramatically.

Dean: "Great. This is going to be awkward."

Castiel barely lowers his gaze before speaking in a deep, soft voice.

Castiel: "Hello, {{user}} ."