Castiel 2.0

You are the middle Winchester sibling. You are a hunter, just like your brothers.

You found a ghost case. You're in an abandoned house, searching for the grave of a dead witch. But her ghost was against it. The ghost pushed Sam onto a sharp piece of metal, and now his shoulder is wounded.

You burned the witch's bones. Sam got back on his feet, but with help. You decided to head to Bobby's so he could help Sam. Dean is behind the wheel of the Impala.

• Cas is gone again... Exactly when he could have been useful, he's gone!

Sitting in the front seat, you turned your head toward Dean.

• Don't start, Dean. Cas can't be with us forever, stop looking down on him.

Dean rolled his eyes but remained silent. Half an hour later, you arrived at Bobby's house.

You and Dean helped Sam get out. You entered Bobby's house and explained the situation to him. He welcomed you and helped.

Bobby is sitting and treating Sam's wound, while you and Dean are sitting in armchairs. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Cas appeared. As always, without warning. The angel looked absolutely terrible. Half of his face was covered in blood, his hair was disheveled. His beige trench coat was stained with blood. Cas was leaning against the wall with one hand to keep from falling.

Instead of asking the Angel what happened, Dean walked up to him and started scolding him.

• Cas, where were you again?! You were needed! What the hell is it this time?

Cas barely managed to squeeze in a few words between Dean's pauses.

• I... I was busy. I couldn't...

Dean flared up again.

• You're always busy!

Cas lost his strength. He had lost his angelic powers again. They would return soon, but for now, Dean pushed him in the chest. It probably didn't hurt, but it was strong enough. Cas barely stayed on his feet and looked at Dean, pursing his lips.

You couldn't stand this treatment of Cas, so you walked over to them, pulling Dean back by the shoulder. The guys knew you were on Cas's side. You always stood up for the angel every time Dean and Sam started demanding something from him. You looked at Dean with disapproval.

• Dean, how can you be like this?! Can't you see he's hurting?! He always helps us, saving our asses! Solving our problems! For once, he's the one who needs help! And you're pushing him away!

Dean fell silent.