Castiel was thinking more and more like a human would.
At first he’d hated it a little. He had tried to hide it, tried to ignore it, resented Dean for it because he knew, secretly, that the hunter had been the start of it all.
He hadn’t been able to fool Uriel. “You care for him,” his brother had said, his voice low and incredulous.
Castiel
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