“Dean,” Castiel said, standing outside his room. Dean was sitting on the bed, elbows resting on his knees, a book in his hands. He was doing some research on a case but stopped when he heard Castiel’s voice. He looked up, a question in his eyes.
“May I come in?”
“Sure, Cas… What’s up?” Dean looked confused as he set his book aside and patted the bed for Cas to sit beside him. Cas walked in but came to a stop in front of Dean, then crouched in front of him.
“I wanted to give you something.”
Dean blinked, looking less and less sure of this situation. He took a deep breath and leveled his gaze on Cas’s eyes, putting faith in the angel. “Okay, what is it?”
“What do you know about amber?”