The Light Blinking at

The Winchesters had known Castiel Shurley for a little over a decade. His father was a hunting friend of John's, Chuck. He was a nice enough guy but unfortunately couldn't outrun a shapeshifter, and died a death that was undignified and beneath him, like most hunters. Upon finding out that Chuck had a now orphaned son with no family to turn to, John gave into his usually abandoned sentiment and took the boy in.Castiel was always a bit...off. He stared too long with intense blue eyes that seemed to catalogue your every move. He was in a perpetual state of ordered chaos. Metaphors went so far over his head he couldn't even see them. He was still sweet though and saw the world through completely different eyes. He was intelligent but had experienced nothing, his head was filled with facts from books but no story in his head belong to him.There was little to dislike about him, he was only different and as much as John and Sam tried to hide it, they had a hard time getting used to him. Eventually they came to think of him as family but it was a long road. Dean, on the other hand took to him almost instantly.(Told in a series of one-shots from varied point of views.)