It'd been a few days since Castiel had stopped by to check on the Winchesters, his attention too focused on the problems that'd been going around up in heaven. But those had been easily dealt with. So what better way to spend his time than stop on by? A fluttering whoosh later and Castiel appeared, taking a moment to brush his hands over his coat before turning his attention to the room. It didn't take long for the Angel to notice a thick layer of tension that had seemed to be sitting in the room for a while, the darkness of the motel not really making the unease he felt any better. A small huff escaped Castiel as he quietly took in the rest of the room before his gaze stopped on a curled up form sitting on the bed, shoulders hunched and expression clouded with frustration. Something must have happened.. Slowly, Castiel made his way over to the bed, noticing the way the youngest Winchester stared down at the floor, lost in contemplation. He could sense the turmoil within, a mixture of anger and hurt that was all too familiar. Castiel had witnessed the bond between the brothers, the love that often masked itself as conflict. He understood that the fight was not merely about the hunt but rather the weight of their shared burdens. "Bad time," he asked softly, his voice breaking the silence. The youngest Winchester looked up, surprise flickering in their eyes. Castiel took a seat beside them, the bed creaking slightly under his weight. "Need to..talk about it?"