(Hey, we can just continue on this ^^) ''Are you deaf? I told you, I'm not getting a cat. Not now, not in the future! I was a warrior once, I'll be fine without a pet!'' Castiel snapped, smashing the cup he was holding on the bench, cutting his hand in the process. When he realized what he'd done, he fell to the floor, crying. ''Cas!'' Dean was by his side immediately
(Yeah that's cool. I actually started writing a fan fic on this idea this morning. I'll give you the link when I'm finished it, sort of like and off-shoot from it with another prompt I had.)
Sasha vanished only for a moment but to return with her first aid box, open and handing Dean's what he needed. Sasha waited until Dean had taken her things to patch Castiel up before she spoke again. "You could still, be a great warrior," She measured her words as she spoke. "I'm sure, Dean would, be happy to train you. Wouldn't you Dean?" Sasha smiled handing him the gauze bandage. "No pet, alright, but I say this because. You're angry, you're pissed off, everything is like a bubbling cauldron right?" Sasha waited, gauging her words. "Let them out as you train. Say you take out your anger on a punching bag, you let it out. You channel that energy." She turned to Dean, "What do you think Dean?"