Castiel Smiting Demons (2)

If Dean and Sam had hoped Cas would be in a better mood after putting some chakula in his stomach, their hopes were now buried very deep into the ground. After finishing his lunch he threw his plastic plate on the floor.
“Why did wewe do that?” Sam hissed, as he leaned to the floor to pick up the garbage. Cas shrugged. “You’re uigizaji really odd, Castiel. Has anyone told you?” Sam alisema a little annoyed. Cas shrugged again. “Stop…shrugging. If this is about Meg, then just tell me”
“I don’t have to tell wewe anything” Cas replied with his gravelle voice. He stood and as Sam wanted...

A couple of hours later.
Cas was sitting on the floor with the fragments of the vase in his lap. He had a tube of glue in his hand and tried to paste two fragments together.
Daphne had left again. Whither she hadn’t told.
He had tried to fix the tables in which he’d somewhat succeeded. He didn’t understand why Daphne didn’t just buy new furniture. But maybe she thought he needed to be taught a lesson.
A truck stopped in front of the house and the driver walked to the front door. Cas opened before the man had the chance to ring.
“Hello” Cas greeted the man.
“Good day, sir” the...