DEAN:
“ yeah right, and i’m elvis. ” he scoffed. angels didn’t exist, only in the bedtime story’s his mom used to tell him when he was a child. his mother had always had faith, in god and in his saintly little helpers. she used to tell dean that angels were watching over him, and that they’d protect him from harm, and it had done her no good in the end. no angel had showed up to save her when she had needed it. dean winchester was decidedly not a man of faith, so he didn’t believe any of the bull-crap this guy was spouting. “ respect’s earned, angel-face. and you seem far enough up your own ass that you don’t really need my respect after all. ” he retorted, with a roll of his eyes. “ if i had any useful information, i sure as hell wouldn’t be sharing it with the likes of you, asshat. my brother and i are stuck here just like you, and we’ve got some important crap to be dealing with. just stay out of our way and i’m sure we won’t have a problem. ”
there were many parts of what the man just said that castiel didn’t understand. he very clearly wasn’t elvis, and he didn’t enjoy the imagery of wearing an ass as a hat, nor did he know where dean got such an idea from. what he did know was that just about every other word was extremely irritating, and his anger was evident in his expression. he stepped closer, staring into his eyes with only an inch between them, words forced out through gritted teeth. “ i will say this once more, and once more only, ” he snapped, eyes narrowed into a glare. “ you will respect me. and you will share what you know. in case you haven’t noticed, i’m stuck here as well, and i’m far more capable of handling the situation than you will ever be. so you stay out of my way, and i’ll ensure all issues are resolved as soon as possible. ” what heaven saw in this man was beyond castiel. he was infuriating. “ are we understood? ”













