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âAngels donât make the best friends,â Cas said softly. And they made even worse enemies, he thought to himself. Castiel did a quick sweep of the room with his eyes, cataloging nothing but a few waitresses and a fry cook on his lunch break. âWhat do you mean, âsort of thing,â he inquired, finding the language usage odd.
She hummed in response, shaking her head. âSeems to me youâd be the best of friends to have,â Clara rebutted. Whatever ghost of a smile that sat on her lips faded quickly, however. âI mean- itâs a shame youâve gone so long without a friend. Itâs⊠itâs an awful situation, you know, but from what I understand Dean certainly makes up for it.â
Cas nodded, a slight smile gracing his lips. "Yes. He's a very good hunter and... person. He may be lacking in faith, but he certainly... makes up for it," the angel finished. Faith didn't make a person good he knew, but Cas had always been taught that a belief in his Father made one's life better, somehow. Looking back on the idea, it seemed a bit odd that a simple belief could define the way someone's life went.
