Dean actually takes the early mornings to clean the dust from the dining table, to wash grime from dishes so they have something to eat on. It's been so long since he's used them, he's simply ripped into his food like the animal he certainly feels like he is. But he'll make some accommodations for the human now in his care.

All his efforts go to waste though as morning fades into noon and Castiel makes no effort to show up, or even step out of his room. And Dean's mood worsens with every ticking moment.

How is he ever going to break the curse if the guy won't even make an attempt to socialize with him? He's going to be stuck like this for another eternity. He can feel it looming over him. No death. No reprieve. No friends. No family.

He stands with a roar and throws the long heavy table onto its side, lets washed dishes shatter on the floor and the food along with them.

His steps start to take him up the stairs before he even realizes what he's doing, and he stops himself. Raging at Castiel isn't going to win him any favors. So he takes his anger out on the stairwell, slashes at it with sharp nails that leave deep grooves in the wood, before he's turning on his heels and storming out the castle doors instead.