Castiel was in an old house just outside of the city that Dean and Sam were working in. There was only three rooms. A bedroom, bathroom, and a livingroom with a kitchenette. Now there was just one giant room since she had knocked the walls in. The walls were hanging in velvet and there were pillows and cushions everywhere. It curved upwards around the sides with blankets and smaller pillows in the middle. One of the blankets was even from the Impala that Dean or Sam would use when they slept in the car. It was comforting for her. Not that they knew she had it. They probably didn’t even know she was there.