Sam's hair

If Dean and Sam had hoped Cas would be in a better mood after putting some comida 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 tu do that?” Sam hissed, as he leaned to the floor to pick up the garbage. Cas shrugged. “You’re actuación really odd, Castiel. Has anyone told you?” Sam dicho a little annoyed. Cas shrugged again. “Stop…shrugging. If this is about Meg, then just tell me”
“I don’t have to tell tu anything” Cas replied with his gravelle voice. He stood and as Sam wanted...

I poured myself one last glass and then that was it. The liquor was going to be gone soon and then there would be nothing más to stand between me and my decision. I lifted the glass up to my eyes and stared at the content. This small glass of whiskey was the only thing keeping me human, which was funny in a way because alcohol usually turns people into animals, figuratively speaking.
I had promised myself that when the bottle was done I was going to say yes. I was going to let Michael in.
I let out a sigh and put the glass down on the mesa, tabla again. My eyes scanned the room and took it all in....