He turned around in shock, only to find Michael standing in the doorway, looking rather unruffled as usual, but also looking absolutely furious.
"Michael?" Castile said in surprise, raising his eyebrows slightly in shock. What in the world was he doing here?
"Where. Is. Dean?" Michael growled lowly through gritted teeth, his entire body trembling slightly with barely contained anger.
Castile glanced warily behind Michael towards the stairs leading downstairs and then back at Michael hesitantly. "He's uh, asleep right now. Why? Did something happen to him?”
"What did they do to him?" Michael snarled, clenching his fists in anticipation of being able to tear those bastards apart limb from limb if necessary.
Castile swallowed thickly, unsure as to why Michael looked so angry. "They did
