Castiel took a few steps forward, stopping in front of the hunter. They had spent the entire day working on the former angel’s communication skills, helping him become more custom to living as a human now that his wings had been clipped. A soft smile became present and, without warning, he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the man’s cheek, pulling back after a moment passed.                          “Thank you, Dean.                                 For not giving up on me,                                       when you had every right to do so.”

         Castiel leaned forward and full of awkward-- he placed his hand on the girl's back, giving her a light tap which was meant to express the love that he had for her. He pushed forward a very much forced smile, one that looked like he was trying too hard which erased the natural feeling. "You did good. Everything's good."

       Castiel glanced around the room, wide eyes-- he had been chained to the bed, with angel proofed handcuffs and a piece of tape placed over his mouth. If he could speak out loud, he would more than likely be professing his never ending confusion with the situation at hand.

Straight to the point of this message, I feel compelled to inform you that I have always been jealous of how you are able to think for yourself, do what you want and not have to over think your actions. I wish that I could have followed a similar path and perhaps I might not have ended up where I am. Life really starts to suck when you're grounded on Earth and have a lifetime to think on your past and remember all that you were, all that you did and all that you could have done to make situations better. I do not know if you are aware, but-- there is not a day that goes by where I am not reminded of the losses I have suffered. You are not forgotten-- you cannot be forgotten. You are etched into my mind, along with the rest of our fallen brothers and sisters. If there was one mistake that I could take back and redo, your death would be one of those.                                                   -ℭastiel

          The angel took a step forward and then wrapped his arms around the broken soul of a man that stood in front of him. His arms were snaked around the middle of his body— albeit a little awkwardly, but nonetheless his good intentions shined through. If there was one person in the world that needed an embrace, it was Adam.

            "I do not understand why you have decided to claim me for two nights-- what could you possibly want to do with me without my consent that you are not already able to do?"