It was awkward.
For him at least as the self proclaimed ‘angel of the lord’ hovered over him with a tilted head translating into a look of not understanding. “Listen Cas… Castiel,” Castiel he reminded himself as he was talking to the angel, “see there was this girl and she said she wanted to try something and the next thing I know…” he trailed off wrist jingling his cuffed hands connected to the headboard.
The angel continued to stare at the prophet, he didn't appear to be judging so much as he looked intrigued. Chuck wanted to explain further but the angel stared at him with those impossible blue eyes and he couldn't find any words.
“This keeps you, immobile?” Chuck’s breathe caught in his throat as Castiel's fingers slid around one of the metal loops. “You cannot move.” The angel murmured in his gravelly tone, Chuck turned his head away feeling the blood move from the blush on his face to immediately southward. “May I try something I seen on the television?” Chuck looked over at angel in human skin still watching, waiting for permission, he nodded unable to speak.