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Dean thinks maybe in addition to the sigils on Cas's ribs, he should've gotten him a collar or something. Maybe one with a little bell, too, or just something to keep track of him, because as he's figuring out, he's total shit at watching over humans. He keeps losing them. It's frustrating, to say in the least, but after some aimless wondering, he actually finds the hunter! Good job, Dean. You get a gold star. One moment, he's at the other end of the street and then the next, he's in front of his charge.
"Cas! There you are," At first, he's grinning, a little wider than he should, but it quickly falls from his face as he senses something. Something is wrong, and this is not his Cas. He instinctively takes a step back, regarding the other warily.
"Okay, so you're not Cas. Not mine, anyways."Castiel stopped in his tracks abruptly as Dean appeared in front of him.
"Uh?? Hi?" It takes Castiel a moment to process this. Holy shit dude, an ANGEL is here. An angel that can smite you right here, right now. He gives an awkward smile and swallows nervously.
"I don't know what you mean about 'my Cas' dude. Really, what do you mean by that?" He looked up at Dean.
"Care to share, Angel?"He studies the other for a moment, and he clicks. Wow, Dean, that gold star you just gave yourself a second ago? Take it back and rip it to shreds. You were way off base. He narrows his eyes at the monster standing across from him.
"Heh, yeah. Nice try. It's a little harder to trick an angel," He takes a step forward, still staring him down, and oh, shit, that's his smiting face. Unholy scum, clear the area.
"My Cas is definitely not a vampire. And an Alpha, at that. So," He cracks his neck off to the side, unblinking eyes on the vampire.
"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't smite your ass to dust, right here, right now."Castiel made a face and a 'wtf dude really' pose.
"A reason why you shouldn't kill me? Well, I haven't done anything but save the people around here as best as I can." He frowned a bit.
"I haven't done anything wrong, dude. I mean come on!" He whined and put his hands in his pockets.
"Are you just gonna kill me because of what I am? Does the things I've done not matter?"